Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vita, Vita, Vita, artist - Vita. Date of issue: 03.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Niggas know the name |
| Bitches know the name |
| Hoes stay in lane |
| Just in case you didn’t know |
| Vita be that feisty chick |
| Not really impressed with ice and shit |
| See I’m more concerned with dough |
| How to stack it and let it grow |
| Picture me in a custom drop five double O |
| Y’all don’t know |
| I spit it sick like Lupus |
| Each bar making it hard for you to dupe this |
| And the truth is I’m nothing nice |
| Late night on the corner with my thugs throwing the dice |
| This is for my, slick cats moving some 'vest |
| And all of my bitches who’s stripping trying to pay for some messes |
| Don’t get discouraged get your dough mama |
| You better know I’mma milk this game until I’m filthy |
| See how I’m built G |
| Genuine dime one of a kind |
| So what you selling I ain’t buying |
| So nigga, stop trying |
| Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week |
| Making it hard for you broads to eat |
| Who that bitch be, bitch be? |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Who that bitch be, bitch be? |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Who that bitch be, bitch be? |
| Niggas know the name |
| Bitches know the name |
| Way ahead of the game nigga |
| You like it? |
| Want it? |
| Get it got it and flaunt it |
| Vivid and hotter than a lot of broads they timid |
| If you hearing that hot shit |
| Then you know that I spitted |
| And bitches you shitted on |
| Then you know that I shitted |
| I never been the type to like to hound no nigga |
| My world don’t revolve around no nigga |
| See I don’t put it down for niggas |
| Cock and bust rounds for niggas |
| And took pies out of town on Greyhound for niggas |
| It’s Vita, diva mami you find me in a two-seater |
| Leaning low for the Jersey Turnpike blowing drogue |
| Balling like Rebecca Lobos |
| Spitting this fire so you birds will burn |
| What it’s gone take for y’all to learn? |
| That you broads got fat while I starved it’s my turn |
| It won’t stop until well over a billion is burned |
| Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week |
| Making it hard for you broads to eat |
| Who that bitch be, bitch be? |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Who that bitch be, bitch be? |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Who that bitch be, bitch be? |
| Niggas know the name |
| Bitches know the name |
| And ain’t shit gone change |
| Now all my bitches is you with me? |
| We get it on, uh and sip Don, if the Cris is gone |
| And all my niggas is y’all wit me? |
| Uh, holding the block down |
| And all of my thugs |
| Up north on lock down |
| Yeah miss lady and at times I’m shady |
| And I prefer half on some chips |
| Instead of half on a baby |
| Don’t get it twisted |
| I love the youth |
| And got love for all of my mamis |
| That’s gone stand behind me it’s our world |
| We shine like diamonds and pearls |
| And I confess I’m one of the best |
| Coming straight out the gate |
| Scanning five hundred thou in one week |
| Making it hard for you broads to eat |
| Who that bitch be, bitch be? |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Who that bitch be, bitch be? |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Vita, Vita, Vita |
| Who that bitch be, bitch be? |