Shanell, Chanel West Coast - Hittin' Like lyrics
[Shanell, Chanel West Coast - Hittin' Like lyrics]
Chanel & Shanell ya'll already Know
Bet you want to know what it feel it like
What it smell like so good you
What to call it your own
Take me out the hood put me in the hills
Guesippe huh? You like that huh?
Cause I go along
It don't matter who you are who
You are turn it up
Pass the caviar Dining in Come and get it
(come and get it)
He want it 7 days a week cause
I give him what he needs
Cause he's always thinking about my body, Oh!
Running telling everybody, Damn
Got him so gone g-g-gone
Can't nobody turn him o-o-on
Cause he know what it's hittin' like
What it's Hittin' Like (Young Money)
(West Coast) nobody like me do him better
Love the way im hittin', Mayweather
Ima heat it up, wool sweater
Watch you beat it up, you better
Talkin' 'bout beast he want to air it out
I'ma show you what it is when I wear him out
Agent Provocateur, satin sheets
Got him wanting more mad that we got to pass
Cause he's always thinking about my body, Oh!
Running telling everybody, Damn
Got him so gone g-g-gone
Can't nobody turn him o-o-on
Cause he know what it's hittin' like
What it's Hittin' Like (Young Money)
My love be Hittin' right
I'll send him to his crazy
My love be rockin' like
He want to make me his lady
My love be Hittin' right
I'll send him to his crazy
My love be rockin' like
He want to make me his lady
Bet you want to know what it feel it like
What it smell like so good you
What to call it your own
Take me out the hood put me in the hills
Guesippe huh? You like that huh?
Cause I go along
It don't matter who you are who
You are turn it up
Pass the caviar Dining in Come and get it
(come and get it)
He want it 7 days a week cause
I give him what he needs
Cause he's always thinking about my body, Oh!
Running telling everybody, Damn
Got him so gone g-g-gone
Can't nobody turn him o-o-on
Cause he know what it's hittin' like
What it's Hittin' Like (Young Money)
(West Coast) nobody like me do him better
Love the way im hittin', Mayweather
Ima heat it up, wool sweater
Watch you beat it up, you better
Talkin' 'bout beast he want to air it out
I'ma show you what it is when I wear him out
Agent Provocateur, satin sheets
Got him wanting more mad that we got to pass
Cause he's always thinking about my body, Oh!
Running telling everybody, Damn
Got him so gone g-g-gone
Can't nobody turn him o-o-on
Cause he know what it's hittin' like
What it's Hittin' Like (Young Money)
My love be Hittin' right
I'll send him to his crazy
My love be rockin' like
He want to make me his lady
My love be Hittin' right
I'll send him to his crazy
My love be rockin' like
He want to make me his lady