Quadii, Culture - HiT iT! Lyrics

She hold her legs up while i
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She bend it over then i
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She hold her legs open while i stroke
She bend it over then i stroke
Who you know hit it like this
Can dive in ya ocean like this
Leave ya legs shakin like this
Make you wanna have my kids
All cause you like my hits
Got her legs up like im tryna hit a lick
She love it when i talk my shit
Bet you aint know i could hit it like this
Baby when i spread your legs, do you like that
And when i hit it from the back girl will you fight back
Baby girl let me know
You want it fast or slow
Or do both
Im known for puttin on a show
When i
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She bend it over then i
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She hold her legs open while i stroke
She bend it over then i stroke
Does your pussy taste like soul food
Cause I like soul food
Fuck that other bitch
That girl is old news
I thought they told you
But I'm gon show you
I'm gon eat it like tofu
After that gon ghost you
Don't want no strings I don't play the guitar
That's what you get
When you fuck wit a star
Lower ya standards you ain't yo to par
Im trynna hit that shit straight up the park
Like im jackie
She like it when I get nasty
I like my bad bitches classy
I like em ratchet and trashy
I like when she don't ask me, I
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She bend it over then i
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She hold her legs open while i stroke
She bend it over then i stroke
Face down
Wit an arched back
Deep stroke
She love that
Thats the shit that make her come back
Thats the shit that make her crawl back

She hold her legs up while i
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She bend it over then i
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She hold her legs open while i stroke
She bend it over then i stroke
Who you know hit it like this
Can dive in ya ocean like this
Leave ya legs shakin like this
Make you wanna have my kids
All cause you like my hits
Got her legs up like im tryna hit a lick
She love it when i talk my shit
Bet you aint know i could hit it like this
Baby when i spread your legs, do you like that
And when i hit it from the back girl will you fight back
Baby girl let me know
You want it fast or slow
Or do both
Im known for puttin on a show
When i
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She bend it over then i
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She hold her legs open while i stroke
She bend it over then i stroke
Does your pussy taste like soul food
Cause I like soul food
Fuck that other bitch
That girl is old news
I thought they told you
But I'm gon show you
I'm gon eat it like tofu
After that gon ghost you
Don't want no strings I don't play the guitar
That's what you get
When you fuck wit a star
Lower ya standards you ain't yo to par
Im trynna hit that shit straight up the park
Like im jackie
She like it when I get nasty
I like my bad bitches classy
I like em ratchet and trashy
I like when she don't ask me, I
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She bend it over then i
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
She hold her legs open while i stroke
She bend it over then i stroke
Face down
Wit an arched back
Deep stroke
She love that
Thats the shit that make her come back
Thats the shit that make her crawl back