Hit It

Chris Brown


Now what I do,
So what i do,
Betta tellem what i do,
When it comes to this game shit i know how to move,
I am a fresh kid check my style meter,
Fresh to def kid call me soul heater,
I make em drop it low they do my dance all on the floor,
Into the floor baby and then out of the door,
Must be outta my head like my brains scrambled like eggs,
Get the cameras off me nigga hop
The bar nigga hop it for my deed,
My style is super sick !! And there ain't no competitors,
And they can shit cuz they can pray cuz m the predator,

I i rock,
M the shit u turds,
Check my ipod,
Such a fuckin nerve,
M flyin higher than the fire on the sirens,
When the plane is slowly flyin then blowing sky haven cars,

Lemme see that ass on the floor,
If i give it you i know u gonna want mine,
I wanna see that how you do that on ya toe,
On mark bet ya ready get set go,

Where she goin,aah.
She goin, ahh..
She goin, ahh..
She goin, ahh..


She gotta colour lil booty as she throwin back,
And when she throw it back i gotta throw a rack,
She goin, ahh..
She goin, ahh..
She goin, ahh..

She gotta colour lil booty as she throwin back,
And when she throw it back i gotta throw a rack,
She goin, ahh..
She goin, ahh..
She goin, ahh..

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