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Hitstick Video (MV)




Performed By: Don City
Length: 2:10
Written by: Donameche Jackson




Don City - Hitstick Lyrics
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Wait! Stop the press
Nigga stop the press
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Left Right (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Right Left (Hitstick hitstick hitstick hitstick)
She open, Yes! Ocean, Wet! Big Lit, Sweet! Potent, Flex!
Them clothes, Less! More Lip, Yes! Face down, Next! (Yea hold up)
Hit you with that hitstick
Sinking in yo quick quick
I be all up in her mouth f*ckin up her lipstick
I've been known to switch chicks
Every night is different
One is ridin me good, the other whippin them grits
This the life that i live
Can't complain about shit
Can you imagine, just imagine that i made it out this
You know that hard grind to get every dollar i got
To let a groupie bitch tickle my pockets (Naw)
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Left Right (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Right Left (Hitstick hitstick hitstick hitstick)
Swear i walk around like a human cheat code (Wait)
Bout to let a whole clip off and reload (Yea)
Then i reload again
Aiming for them niggas that bro me like we next to kin (Naw)
Swerving in my lane (Yea), let me run my race (Wait)
Unless you talkin Nipsey blues, bitch get out my face (Yea)
Big and round and soft as hell is how i love my cake (Aye)
I don't want a taste (No) finger lick the plate
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Left Right (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Right Left (Hitstick hitstick hitstick hitstick)
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Wait! Stop the press
Nigga stop the press
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Left Right (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Right Left (Hitstick hitstick hitstick hitstick)
She open, Yes! Ocean, Wet! Big Lit, Sweet! Potent, Flex!
Them clothes, Less! More Lip, Yes! Face down, Next! (Yea hold up)
Hit you with that hitstick
Sinking in yo quick quick
I be all up in her mouth f*ckin up her lipstick
I've been known to switch chicks
Every night is different
One is ridin me good, the other whippin them grits
This the life that i live
Can't complain about shit
Can you imagine, just imagine that i made it out this
You know that hard grind to get every dollar i got
To let a groupie bitch tickle my pockets (Naw)
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Left Right (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Right Left (Hitstick hitstick hitstick hitstick)
Swear i walk around like a human cheat code (Wait)
Bout to let a whole clip off and reload (Yea)
Then i reload again
Aiming for them niggas that bro me like we next to kin (Naw)
Swerving in my lane (Yea), let me run my race (Wait)
Unless you talkin Nipsey blues, bitch get out my face (Yea)
Big and round and soft as hell is how i love my cake (Aye)
I don't want a taste (No) finger lick the plate
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Left Right (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Up Down (Hitstick hitstick)
Up Down Right Left (Hitstick hitstick hitstick hitstick)
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Writer: Donameche Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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