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H M C Video (MV)




Performed By: Koshia
Length: 2:08
Written by: Myka Morrison




Koshia - H M C Lyrics




Just hit my cellular
Said she need some loving
Know this sex ain't regular
I pull her hair and stuff
Grip your neck and stuff
Legs behind ya head and uh
I like ya arms behind ya back
While I give you strap
When I eat the cat
Know I don't come up for air
Fingers in my hair
Screaming dear God
Like a prayer
I break her down every layer
Know I keep it player

Ay ay
Know I keep it player
I salute my haters
Ay
I see why you mad

I
I
Gotta chase a bag
I can't wife her but she bad
She don't gossip like you bitches
Nah She don't brag
I be stressing
She rub on my back
Tell me just relax
Just sit back and hit this thrax
It get me back on track
Can't f*ck with you if you cap

I
I
Gotta chase a bag
I can't wife her but she bad
I f*ck her hard like I'm trying break her back
When you wanna kick it hit my jack

Just hit my cellular
Said she need some loving
Know this sex ain't regular
I pull her hair and stuff
Grip your neck and stuff
Legs behind ya neck and uh
I like ya arms behind ya back
While I give you strap
When I eat the cat
Know I don't come up for air
Fingers in my hair
Screaming dear God
Like a prayer
I break her down every layer
Know I keep it player

Ay ay
Know I keep it player
I salute my haters
Ay
I see why you mad

I
I
Gotta chase a bag
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Just hit my cellular
Said she need some loving
Know this sex ain't regular
I pull her hair and stuff
Grip your neck and stuff
Legs behind ya head and uh
I like ya arms behind ya back
While I give you strap
When I eat the cat
Know I don't come up for air
Fingers in my hair
Screaming dear God
Like a prayer
I break her down every layer
Know I keep it player

Ay ay
Know I keep it player
I salute my haters
Ay
I see why you mad

I
I
Gotta chase a bag
I can't wife her but she bad
She don't gossip like you bitches
Nah She don't brag
I be stressing
She rub on my back
Tell me just relax
Just sit back and hit this thrax
It get me back on track
Can't f*ck with you if you cap

I
I
Gotta chase a bag
I can't wife her but she bad
I f*ck her hard like I'm trying break her back
When you wanna kick it hit my jack

Just hit my cellular
Said she need some loving
Know this sex ain't regular
I pull her hair and stuff
Grip your neck and stuff
Legs behind ya neck and uh
I like ya arms behind ya back
While I give you strap
When I eat the cat
Know I don't come up for air
Fingers in my hair
Screaming dear God
Like a prayer
I break her down every layer
Know I keep it player

Ay ay
Know I keep it player
I salute my haters
Ay
I see why you mad

I
I
Gotta chase a bag
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Writer: Myka Morrison
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