Vita, Vita, Vita - Vita Songtext

von The Murderers

Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?

Niggas, know the name
Bitches, know the name
Vita
Hoes stay in lane

Just in case you didn't know, Vita be that feisty chick
Not really impressed with ice and shit
See I'm more concerned with dough, how to stack it and let it grow
Picture me in a custom drop five double O

Y'all don't know, I spit it sick like Lupus
Each bar making it hard for you to dupe this
And the truth is, I'm nothing nice
Late night on the corner with my thugs throwing the dice

This is for my, slick cats moving some vest
And all of my bitches who's stripping trying to pay for some messes
Don't get discouraged get your dough mama
You better know I'mma milk this game until I'm filthy

See how I'm built G, genuine dime one of a kind
So what you selling, I ain't buying, so nigga, stop trying
Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat

Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?

Niggas, know the name
Bitches, know the name
Vita
Way ahead of the game nigga

You like it? Want it? Get it, got it and flaunt it
Vivid and hotter than a lot of broads they timid
If you hearing that hot shit then you know that I spitted
And bitches you shitted on then you know that I shitted

I never been the type to like to hound no nigga
My world don't revolve around no nigga
See I don't put it down for niggas, cock and bust rounds for niggas
And took pies out of town on Greyhound for niggas

It's Vita, diva mami you find me in a two-seater
Leaning low for the Jersey Turnpike blowing drogue
Balling like Rebecca Lobos, spitting this fire so you birds will burn
What it's gone take for y'all to learn?

That you broads got fat while I starved it's my turn
It won't stop until well over a billion is burned
Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat

Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?

Niggas, know the name
Bitches, know the name
Vita
And ain't shit gone change

Now all my bitches is you with me?
We get it on, uh and sip Don, if the Cris is gone
And all my niggas is y'all wit me?
Uh, holding the block down and all of my thugs
Up north on lock down

Yeah, miss lady and at times I'm shady
And I prefer half on some chips instead of half on a baby
Don't get it twisted, I love the youth
And got love for all of my mamis
That's gone stand behind me it's our world

We shine like diamonds and pearls
And I confess, I'm one of the best
Coming straight out the gate
Scanning five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat

Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?