Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hittas, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter V, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Money
Song language: English
Hittas |
I don’t know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party |
recently. |
She’s crazy stupid thick |
Mack in here |
Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up |
Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups? |
Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up |
Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come |
Tell 'em bring my car around |
Tell 'em bitches lap up |
I’ma cut this music down |
Tell 'em put they apps up |
Tell 'em throw they pride out |
Roll them windows back up |
Money in the air, who say white men can’t jump? |
Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump |
Let me get the phone and the car once its gassed up |
AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up |
I could let it blast, but I much rather have one |
Tell 'em bring my car around |
Tell 'em bitches lap up |
Then them hoes get passed down |
Then them hoes get passed up |
Sittin' on this money to me feel like a cactus |
I’m stickin' to this shit |
You woulda better not hop yo' ass up |
Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie |
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie |
I got hittas woadie |
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie |
I got hittas woadie |
Yeah I got plenty woadie |
And they just wait for the word |
This shit like Wheel of Fortune |
Goddamn, these snitches nosy |
Goddamn, these snitches nosy |
Nigga, I’m a ass with that semi |
Call me semicolon |
Yeah I got hittas woadie |
Yeah I got plenty woadie |
They kick the door and kill yo' ass and leave the children snoring |
I’m sippin' lean out a glass |
Make me feel important |
I made some green in the past and now it’s good as golden |
Yeah |
(Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one) |
I got hittas woadie |
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie |
I got hittas woadie |
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie |
I’m so lifted, I’m so lifted |
I wrote my will in hieroglyphics |
Weezy, where you been? |
The people miss you |
Crickets |
I got hittas and they not kidders |
That’s my niggas |
You got niggas but they not hittas |
They got jitters, they get hit up |
I’m placin' figures on your niggas |
Takin' bidders, you’ll pay niggas |
Don’t make a difference |
I got shooters, on phone with suitors |
They armed and brutal |
Armed intruders, 'cause we don’t doo-doo |
We drop conclusions |
I got sprayers, all type of sprayers |
We gon' need Google |
I got paper, on top of paper |
We gon' need rulers |
I’m effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals |
Strong as sumo, we armed as usual |
My hittas hungry |
Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you |
Just like bazookas, don’t confuse 'em |
We only hittas, y’all only humans |
Don’t get hit up, woadie |
'Cause I got hittas woadie |
He’s a very small child. |
And I just said he was a genius, you know what I’m |
sayin'? |
Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. |
You know, he did. |
He’s so smart, I can’t teach him nothin'. |
He’s done been here before |