Hitlist [Remix]

Agassi Babatunde Odusina

Baby like the way she peel dis
I put her ass on the hitlist
And baby can you feel this
I wanna get up in your business
And ya there's something about this girl
She wan take my heart
And baby we can get on first class when we fly yard
Baby know I got dis and we don't talk
There's somethin' about this bum that goes boombayah
She said I got her feelin' high like the Everest
Keep on talkin' like you crazy ya
Now she callin' me the president
And you're the baddest I ever seen
And yes I'm back like I never left
All them other niggas are irrelevant
Baby girl you are heaven sent
My baby girl you are heaven sent, heaven sent

I got my ear tight ask her the question to get the name right
It's late night, hands on the waist, secure that slow whine
That back fine, we can do rounds call this shit "Fight Night"
Fine dine, after the meal she sippin' white win
Let us take a picture get the lightin' good
Told me your name Robin but tell me why you don't like the hood
But now you like the wood
So we can get crackin', never lackin' put your back in when the lights are off
Look she's blushin' I'm just thinkin' 'bout the touchin'
I ain't really tryna cuff it, one night then I'm cuttin'
Switch lanes yeah I'm dustin', either money or it's nothing
Don't know why these clowns are bluffin' 'cause you not who she lovin'

She said she don't like man but she love me
Kick it easy like Do-Re-Mi
And she bad, she can come by me
'Cause that's how we do it

Baby like the way she peel dis
I put her ass on the hitlist
And baby can you feel this
I wanna get up in your business
And ya there's something about this girl
She wan take my heart
And baby we can get on first class when we fly yard
Baby know I got dis and we don't talk
There's somethin' about this bum that goes boombayah
She said I got her feelin' high like the Everest
Keep on talkin' like you crazy ya
Now she callin' me the president
And you're the baddest I ever seen
And yes I'm back like I never left
All them other niggas are irrelevant
Baby girl you are heaven sent
My baby girl you are heaven sent, heaven sent

She's callin' me papi or the president
All them other rapper are irrelevant
Her batti feelin' good, feelin' delicate
You know I had to thank God 'cause she's heaven sent
Baby I been on the low, I been really ghost I been gettin' dough
I'm back now, get ready when I ring your phone
Pull up to your crib, beep beep, come we go
Vapiano, then I take you out to my show
How you feel 'bout that?
I love her body and damn she got tatts
Bust type, she's nice and got racks
I smile, she smile back
She whine upon me, that whine there too mad
Come here gyal, I know you know I'm here to stay
I dun told you before I stopped playin' the games
I love you like cooked food, are you feelin' the same?
She said, "Sneaky, I like you from back in the day"

Baby like the way she peel dis
I put her ass on the hitlist
And baby can you feel this
I wanna get up in your business
And ya there's something about this girl
She wan take my heart
And baby we can get on first class when we fly yard
Baby know I got dis and we don't talk
There's somethin' about this bum that goes boombayah
She said I got her feelin' high like the Everest
Keep on talkin' like you crazy ya
Now she callin' me the president
And you're the baddest I ever seen
And yes I'm back like I never left
All them other niggas are irrelevant
Baby girl you are heaven sent
My baby girl you are heaven sent, heaven sent

Trivia about the song Hitlist [Remix] by Lotto Boyzz

Who composed the song “Hitlist [Remix]” by Lotto Boyzz?
The song “Hitlist [Remix]” by Lotto Boyzz was composed by Agassi Babatunde Odusina.

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