Hit Me (feat. XORA)
I Don't even care anymore
This shit ain't fair no more
I answered his door earlier
Leave the phone
Yea I should've known
This shit not fair
All I see is your reflection
Tell me who you testing?
Who you texting?
I got racks and you caught me flexing
She said hoe call it desperate
She had to hit the exit I did it
Ima hit it from the back
Shit, I might hit it from the front
Yea
Bitch is getting passed around
That hoe is like a blunt
I can't fuck on all these sluts
I'm really looking for some love
Is you gon ride for me
Or is you gonna do me wrong?
Yea
Talking to God
Hope he forgive me for all of my sins
You're an angel from above (yea)
It take a lot to get Dono to grin
Want you to ride with me until the end
Hit up the bros she gon bring all her friends
Spin on they block we gon hop in the Benz
Dissing to much don't know where to begin
Yea
Y'all niggas talk hella shit
We down one go get em back
Bouta get hit with the Mac
Don't know who they think they is
Jovan know where they stay at
If we go do it we shoot
You know we dressed in all black
I Don't even care anymore
This shit ain't fair no more
I answered his door earlier
Leave the phone
Yea I should've known
This shit not fair
All I see is your reflection
Tell me who you testing?
Who you texting?
I got racks and you caught me flexing
She said hoe call it desperate
She had to hit the exit I did it
This shit ain't fair no more
I answered his door earlier
Leave the phone
Yea I should've known
This shit not fair
All I see is your reflection
Tell me who you testing?
Who you texting?
I got racks and you caught me flexing
She said hoe call it desperate
She had to hit the exit I did it
Ima hit it from the back
Shit, I might hit it from the front
Yea
Bitch is getting passed around
That hoe is like a blunt
I can't fuck on all these sluts
I'm really looking for some love
Is you gon ride for me
Or is you gonna do me wrong?
Yea
Talking to God
Hope he forgive me for all of my sins
You're an angel from above (yea)
It take a lot to get Dono to grin
Want you to ride with me until the end
Hit up the bros she gon bring all her friends
Spin on they block we gon hop in the Benz
Dissing to much don't know where to begin
Yea
Y'all niggas talk hella shit
We down one go get em back
Bouta get hit with the Mac
Don't know who they think they is
Jovan know where they stay at
If we go do it we shoot
You know we dressed in all black
I Don't even care anymore
This shit ain't fair no more
I answered his door earlier
Leave the phone
Yea I should've known
This shit not fair
All I see is your reflection
Tell me who you testing?
Who you texting?
I got racks and you caught me flexing
She said hoe call it desperate
She had to hit the exit I did it
Credits
Writer(s): Dono Arnason
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