Lyrics:
The Design Hit

you Chorus: Hit, hit (oh yeah) Hit, hit (oh yeah) Hit, hit (oh yeah) On the drums Hit, hit (oh yeah) Hit, hit (oh yeah) Hit, hit (oh yeah) On the drums Hit, hit

! hit, hit, hit. Sure to be a hit, hit, hit. Gonna make a hit. Promotion will cause a big commotion So, deejay, teenie bopper answer me this: How can this hit

But it was by design Our love is difficult at times But it is by design Love is difficult But it's by design Love is difficult But it's by design Love

bout your plans But I try and bring it back before your brain hit the pan Sean from Detroit, Lupe from Chicago land But both of our chains say made in Japan German engineers designed

Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit

lethal weapon A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin'" A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin' You hit

the toast, cheers! yeah, now I'm back on my grizz and y'all's a bunch a squares like a muthaf-cking grid sh-t f-ck with me and get hit I finger f-ck the

world Right here on my lap And I'mma hit this drink up like it's my last I'mma hit this night up like it's my last I'mma I'mma hit this ass up like it

shake my little bon-bon I love to make dem niggas go uh, uh I love to make dem thugs go uh, uh Bad bitch, coming through latest designs F-E-N-D-I no panty