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Hit A Mother Fucker Lyrics

"Hit A Mother Fucker" was written by Paul Beauregard;darnell Carlton;jordan Houston;lola Chantrelle Mitchell;ricky Dunigan.
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I bet you won't hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
(Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
(Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker, I bet you won't

I bet you won't hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
(Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
(Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker, I bet you won't

This ain't no game, we bring the pain, so don't you niggas trip
Fallin' the club with all them thugs and five extra clips
Deep, always deep is how we come 'cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes talk all this shit, we gonna cut ya throat

And let you chuck right out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game
Now I was pullin' a fucking gun, we out so throw them thangs
Don't hit that white any, why the fuck act like you crazy, man?
We know you niggas just some hoes, you let our nuts hang

And let me crack your mind up
Want to get you hypnotized 'cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic type of business than we run
You may not cap to the S's 'cause we young, my time, my flex
It's a futuristic and autistic mega plisto plex

I rack up many shots 'cause on my run colegri pop
I make sure they get so wild, they bustin' caps right on the spot
All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks don't stop
My nigga gotta take a deep breathe, a keep blowin' 'til they drop

I bet you won't hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
(Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
(Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker, I bet you won't

I bet you won't hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
(Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
(Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker, I bet you won't

We ain't going to stop until some down people die up in the audience
Word up, push them to the floor
Put your foot in his guts, so aple watch them fully trample
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit, kiddy can't handle

The crowd, the gotta Ru rush before a few gonna get crushed
Crush, crush, we got it buck, buck, the Three 6
And when the show's over, I want to see [unverified] nothing but bodies
On the floor and they got no Three 6
(Surprise)

I heard the streets that a nigga has said, something about that nigga
I think his name was Cruchy Blac
But I walk up to his house, I knocked upon his door
When he came to the door, I hit him in the mouth
And I knocked him on the floor, then I hit him and hit him some more

Then I told that fucking boy
Shouldn't have ran his mouth about of the motherfucking Prophet Boys
'Cause the Prophet Boys be hypnotizing all of ya'll
Gonna tear around your throat and drag you like you want

I bet you won't hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
(Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
(Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker, I bet you won't

I bet you won't hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
(Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
(Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker, I bet you won't

Why you styling at my face, why you talks behind my back?
Hitting you, hitting you down when I [unverified] to attack
Never can't be fade 'cause this lady roll with right click
Now I'm talking shit, call me Misses Mobb, bitch

Smoking automos, all you hoes boutin' my damn self
Never hanging with you skanks 'cause I'm bad for your health
Playa haters, out you stars pullin' cars 'bout yourself
We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe

See I call up then, niggas operator tellin' me
They was stressed with you up on that house that I'm hell
Looking out there
See you telling always tell who Freezy's always shells
How she really cares 'bout her hair
Here he thinks he stabs around a ho 'round

I bet you won't hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
(Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
(Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker, I bet you won't

I bet you won't hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
(Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
(Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker, I bet you won't

Songwriters
Paul Beauregard;Darnell Carlton;Jordan Houston;Lola Chantrelle Mitchell;Ricky Dunigan

Published by
TEFNOISE PUBLISHING LLC

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