Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Hitta, artist - Plies. Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Hitta |
| Yea, baby I’m a certified smacker |
| Plies, Kodak |
| I’m a real deal sniper, ya kna mean? |
| Yea, yea |
| I know y’ain’t never been with no real hitta |
| No real nigga |
| I’m tal’m 'bout like, a nigga that really got a sack though |
| I’m tal’m 'bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner (2−3-9−5-4) |
| Yea, dat way |
| Have you ever made love to a real hitta? |
| Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field |
| Probably finessing, probably out here drug dealing |
| I wanna know |
| I’mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye |
| I’mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye |
| I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby |
| I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby |
| I done came back from pissing inside the Trump Hotel |
| 'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell |
| Name saved up under Febreze, 'cause she ain’t got no smell |
| I can hit it from the back, ain’t got to hold my breath |
| All these hundreds on me got me starting to look like a scammer |
| All that ass she got back there starting to look like a Pamper |
| Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I’m Santa |
| Plug name Julio but he don’t play for Atlanta |
| The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree’s |
| You ain’t never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese |
| I’m just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye |
| Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day |
| Have you ever made love to a real hitta? |
| Yeah, a nigga that’s always in the field |
| Probably finessing, probably out here drug dealing |
| I wanna know |
| I’mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye |
| I’mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye |
| I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby |
| I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby |
| You know I’m outchea in these streets, I gotta get it |
| If I ain’t on the corner, I’m in the yo, bae I be busy |
| But you gotta pray for me 'cause these niggas be hating in my city |
| And you gotta thank God everyday he be letting you be with me |
| I’mma get in that li’l pussy like I’m just getting outta prison |
| And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn’t |
| I’m Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy |
| And ain’t nothing changed because I motherfucking made it |
| I’m a real hitta, I’m a real nigga, I’mma treat you like a lady |
| I’m a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain’t on safety |
| And if I ain’t call ya back then bae I’m getting to that money |
| But I’mma come through, and I’mma fuck ya like the police looking for me |
| Have you ever made love to a real hitta? |
| Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field |
| Probably finessing, probably out here drug dealing |
| I wanna know |
| I’mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye |
| I’mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye |
| I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby |
| I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby |
| I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beautician |
| These li’l niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me |
| Your last man bought you Bebe but I’ll buy you Givenchy |
| Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili’s |
| Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo |
| Sex game undefeated, think I’m 100−0 |
| I don’t go nowhere for free, if you got a check I’ll go |
| Your last man, he was petty, tell him I said so |
| I be hustling so hard I lose track of the days |
| That li’l pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wage |
| 'Fore you leave this earth baby you better get you a hitta |
| Talking one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa |
| Yea, I just wanna know |
| Have you ever made love to a real hitta |