Real Hitta
Plies
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A#m Baby I'm a certified smacker Plies, Kodak I'm a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean? Yea, yea I know yeen never been with no real hitta No real niggaA#m F# I'm talm bout like, a nigga dat really got a sack thoughD#m Fm I'm talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner Yea, dat way [Chorus: Kodak Black]A#m Have you ever made love to a realF# hitta ?A#m Yea, a nigga that's always in the field Probably finessin', probably outFm here drug dealin' (I wanna know)A#m Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, ayeF# Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, ayeD#m I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, babyFm I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby [Verse 1: Plies]A#m I done came back from pissin' inside the Trump HotelF# 'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sellD#m Name saved up under Febreze cause she ain't got no smellFm I can hit it from the back, ain't got to hold my breathA#m All these hundreds on me got me startin' to look like a scammerF# All that ass she got back there startin' to look like a pamperD#m Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I'm SantaFm Plug name Julio but he don't play for AtlantaA#m The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree'sContinúa después del anuncioF# You ain't never fucked a nigga that had this much cheeseD#m I'm just tryna run you crazy like they tried KanyeFm Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day [Chorus: Kodak Black]A#m Have you ever made love to a realF# hitta ?A#m Yea, a nigga that's always in the field Probably finessin', probably outFm here drug dealin' (I wanna know)A#m Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, ayeF# Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, ayeD#m I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, babyFm I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby [Verse 2: Kodak Black]A#m Baby you know I'm out here in these streets, I gotta get itF# If I ain't on the corner, I'm in the 'yo, bae I be busyD#m But you gotta pray for me cause these niggas be hatin' in my cityFm And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin' you be with meA#m I'ma get in that lil pussy like I'm just gettin' outta prisonF# And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn'tD#m I'm Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the NavyFm And ain't nothin' changed because I motherfuckin' made itA#m I'm a real hitta, I'm a real nigga, ima treat you like a ladyF# I'm a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain't on safetyD#m And if I ain't call ya back then bae I'm gettin' to that moneyBut imaFm come through, and ima fuck ya like the police lookin' for me [Chorus: Kodak Black]A#m Have you ever made love to a realF# hitta ?A#m Yea, a nigga that's always in the field Probably finessin', probably outFm here drug dealin' (I wanna know)A#m Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, ayeF# Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, ayeD#m I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, babyFm I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby [Verse 3: Plies]A#m I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beauticianF# These lil' niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss meD#m Ya last man bought you Bebe but I'll buy you GivenchyFm Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili'sA#m Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies FargoF# Sex game undefeated, think I'm 100-0D#m I don't go nowhere for free, if you got a check I'll go.Fm Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said soA#m I be hustlin' so hard I lose track of the daysF# That lil pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wageD#m 'Fore you leave this earth baby you better getchu a hittaFm Talkin' one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killaA#m Yea, I just wanna know... [Outro: Kodak Black]F# Have you ever made love to a real hitta