Hit It Lyrics

Da da da

Shauna Moon

Hit it

I'm so pretty like what the fuck

Yea

Pretty so what-at-at-at

Sloppy with that top-op-op-op

Crazy no I'm not-ot-ot-ot

Nasty ah ah ah

Hit it hit it hit it ayy

Hit it hit it hit it ooh

Hit it hit it hit it ayy

Come and get a taste

We fuck in the car

Move to the bed

Quickie up in the shower

Built like Clark Kent

But eating the pussy his superpower

Dog in heat looking for treats

I'm the meal he devours

I'm like candy sweet

Never sour

Calling me baby

But baby I need you to moan my name

Pretty girl face by Vermeer

I belong in a frame

We can talk but I don't speak

My time I reclaim

Oh, your nigga broke

Can't say the same

I don't ask for much

But my standards stay high

I need a smart dude

One who knows the square root of pi

Got to be tall and handsome

And whole lot of fine

Not a man like Future

I like 'em kind

Pretty so what-at-at-at

Sloppy with that top-op-op-op

Crazy no I'm not-ot-ot-ot

Nasty ah ah ah

Hit it hit it hit it ayy

Hit it hit it hit it ooh

Hit it hit it hit it ayy

Come and get a taste

Maybe it's Brandon

Maybe it's Michael

Got to thank Apple

Numbers are idle

Calling me Queen but Kylie your idol

It's giving Peter from the Bible

He love on this pussy

Whether it's bald or furry

It gonna get felt

Wild hair pussy yea

We call that coochie pelt

Casamigos and D'usse

Mind stuck in a three way

He looking for an out

So my lips caught him by the mouth

Snake yoga pose

Yet the arch poking out

Feelin' myself

Cuz I'm the baddest bitch around

Big bad wolf

I'm the baddest in this town

Facts

Gifting me Louis and Gucci

Hermes and a Moncler coat

Y'all bitches stay cold

That's why you got a sore throat

Ice stay on the wrists in Dubai

While we driving the boat

I won't tell you to die

I just won't care when you croak

Pretty so what-at-at-at

Sloppy with that top-op-op-op

Crazy no I'm not-ot-ot-ot

Nasty ah ah ah

Hit it hit it hit it ayy

Hit it hit it hit it ooh

Hit it hit it hit it ayy

Come and get a taste