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Tyga - Just Wanna Hit Lyrics

[TYGA]
Listen, Listen yall wanna hear a story here it go,
Sexual, she’s so X-rated where the kids can’t go,
Think so, I know so experienced a week ago
Expedia.com to her throat, but still classy though
Which bothered me, like Amish people in my area code
3-1-0, Tyga man for her ringtone,
So I never call her when she’s home, only cell phone,
She hate it when I put her on hold, especially for other hoes, (Im Sorry)
Say wait, I’m a rapper and it runs in the family,
Young Money family, GED family
I’m average, accepting all challenges,
Sexy can I feel you with this camera and Kardashian ya…
And I don’t need no hook for this shit,
Tyga Tyga man only wanna hit! (I do, I do)
I don’t need no hook for this shit, (no, no, no!)
I’m just tryna hit, like I can’t miss!


[SHORT DAWG]
Girl come over here let me whisper in your ear,
And say the type of things that have you dripping like a tear,
So I can treat it like a car crash and hit you from the rear,
And leave your man mad cause you been missing for a year,
Chea, Peep the youngin swag
You heard a bunch of braggin’
But she ain’t ever had nobody hit it like a punchin’ bag,
You ain’t never got smashed in the backseat of a drop Jag,
Legs in the air, while the cops pass,
She tried to tell me that she never did a rapper,
So I pulled out my lollipop and let her lick the rapper (What up Wayne)
And I never kiss her after, I pass her to my dawgs
Yeah, they like lottery numbers,
girl you have to hit ‘em all,
See, first they start to choose,
Now probably pussy’s oozin’
In a second, Imma have her naked like Marques Houston,
Yep, you missin’ with the boy of Houston,
Robert Davis in my cup so let’s start this screwin’ (Sing to ‘em Short)
And I don’t need no hook for this shit, (oh yeah? And why’s that?)
Cause she gon’ let me hit(she gon’ let me hit)
Yep, she gon’ let me hit (she gon’ let me hit)
Yep, she gon’ let me hit!

[LIL WAYNE]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ummm,
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ummmmm,
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ok, now shawty take your clothes off,
And Imma hit it, Imma hit it ‘till we doze off,
And when we wake up Imma hit it ‘till we doze off,
She say her pussy is the spot
And Im like if that’s the case Imma beat it like Johnnie Cochran
And I’m a rocket like Houston I’m leanin’
Aint nothin’ between me and you but this bikini,
Now can I take it off ya,
Rub my tongue across ya,
I do it so right,
She called me an author,
But I am just a Carter,
Yeah I’m just a Carter,
Straight to the Carter
Yeah, that’s where I Raw it up,
And I swear Imma make her cheer like victory,
Shawty, shawty you can get speared like Britney, literally!
And I don’t need no hook for this shit,
Im just tryna hit it, hit it like I cant miss!
Shawty I don’t need no hook for this shit,
Im just tryna hit it, hit it like I cant miss!