Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Issa Hit, artist - Lul GDate of issue: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Issa Hit |
| Yeah, I’m finna talk about some real shit |
| Yeah, I’m finna talk about some real shit |
| This, this shit got me tryna kill shit, uh, uh |
| Got me on some real shit, yeah, yeah |
| On some real shit, yeah yeah |
| I swear you can call my phone if you need a nigga to love you |
| And baby you won’t leave a nigga 'lone when you want me to touch you |
| And these bitches that be hatin' on the low 'cause they know that we be fuckin' |
| Don’t leave yet, baby yeah you know, you know I be thuggin' |
| You know I be thuggin', and you know we be lovin' |
| (Love turned to fuckin', and fuck turned to lustin', yeah) |
| Baby why it have to go this way? |
| Probably got lost in the fame |
| Probably why I’m sittin' in the system fighting cases |
| I just wanna make bail so I’m |
| Yeah, it’s a fifty round in this bitch |
| A nigga play me, it’s gon' be plenty rounds in that whip |
| With the pop-ups, tired of niggas dissing and shit |
| Tired of niggas sending shots, y’all missing and shit |
| I slide down, when I blow I don’t miss, it’s a hit |
| My baby brother, yeah he gon' so I’m slidin' and shit |
| All your pictures on my wall got me cryin' and shit |
| When I slide on your behalf, when I slide it’s a hit |
| When I slide it’s a hit |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu, when I slide it’s a hit |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu, when I slide it’s a hit |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu and I’m keepin' you here |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu, when I slide it’s a hit |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu and I’m keepin' you here |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu and I’m keepin' you here |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu and I’m keepin' you here |
| Was taught 'bout it mama, y’all love a thug |
| I’m sleep walking off of yellows and mud, I’m finna slump baby |
| A hundred ones, ten K and that ain’t nothin' baby |
| I’m finna take you to my jewelry, cop somethin', ain’t he |
| This shit brazy, fat yankee on my waist |
| Thirty minutes away, I told you I’m on my way |
| Told you you gon' be straight, take a look at you now |
| Last nigga you was fuckin' with ain’t Gucci you down |
| Goofies and clowns, tell them boys maneuver around |
| You don’t need the L’Oréal, you a beautiful gal |
| Coupe in the house, she trappin' for a coupe and a house |
| Finna sit you down and see what you could do out of town |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu and I’m keepin' you here |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu, when I slide it’s a hit |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu and I’m keepin' you here |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu and I’m keepin' you here |
| I swear to God I miss you Tu and I’m keepin' you here |