笨小笨Hitta (Explicit)歌词由Urica Rose演唱，出自专辑《Evil Pussy (Explicit)》，下面是《Hitta (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Hitta (Explicit)歌词完整版
作词 : Urica Rose
作曲 : Urica Rose
Its bulletproof purse
I aint shooting a gun with no bullets
And aint no back talk when i pull it
Got you niggas begging for your dirty hearts like im your ****ing momma god
Yeah ima lion *****
No ****ing broke crying *****
Sleep with one eye open how bout
Im the reason you dying *****
Choking on your breath
Got this burner to your chest
Yeah **** love im the villian
***** no michael jackson no thrilling *****
Im what night mares made of
**** you talking bout you paid up
Nigga **** you talking bout nigga get your weight up
What you said bout my momma
I feel sorry for your mother
What you said bout my momma
I feel sorry for your mother
Slipping and griping and shooting the gat
Poppin pistol and sipping the yack
Constantly pushing these niggas wig back
**** you talking about whos pussy now
1 time for da head top
Dont stop til you hear dat body drop uh
This one for real niggas
In feild niggas
How you feel niggas
Uuuhhhhhhh uuhhhhh
Uhhhhh
Uuhhhh
Uuhhhhh
Yeah What you talking bout hitta
Yeah See i know yous a real hitta
Yeah What you talking bout hitta
Yeah i know yous a real
Uuuhhhhhhh uuhhhhh
Uhhhhh
Uuhhhh
Uuhhhhh
