Hit N Run

Yea, yeah, am rolling into you

Hun, hunn, yea, yeah, ihh

You already know what it is

Oh, aihh

Girl, from your head to your feet, ma

Girl you fine, no be deceit, ma

Socking like the number hit, ma

Eh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah

You’ the type of girl I wanna keep

Your pretty face, your pretty body got me this far

I heard you’ from the ’round the section of the city

Girl, am so in love with you, girl, best believe it

So, when I hit the Bent’, my baby, ride with me

And girl, you never snitch, you took a ride for me

And when am feeling stressed, you wrote some rhymes for me

Twenti tuso ina pause, you’ un-described for me

When my baby comes around, she keeps them limes for me

Uplowing up ma phone, you’ see those irony, yeah

That am for real

And when thes-dans-dans, or the both

Ain’t nothing really wrong with a woman

Who’s hustling

Putting on the muscling, and worrying ’bout mamalin

And when she’s standing, all alone

She’s thinking ’bout the (?)

This hustling

Putting on the muscling, and worrying ’bout mamalin, girl