Video Hit It de Chris Brown 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Chris Brown - Hit It Lyrics

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 aint 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..

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,

Hit it..
Hit it..
Hit it..
She go she go lemme

Hit it..
She go she go lemme
Let go let go let go..

Hit it..
Hit it..

Hit it..
Lemme hit it..

I told ya is that right,
M the coldest here,
Wat the fuck ya talkin i got my chandelier,
Air homie down like diamond here like..

Clap for me bitch..
Clap for me bitch..