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#harMONiousMusicMondays: Kodak Black- Real Hitta


Happy Monday! It took me forever to chose a song this week. I originally selected a song from the "Fresh Hits" playlist on Spotify. However, I forgot to hit save. Nonetheless, that gives me the opportunity to introduce a single I've been bumping all weekend. The name of this thug love hit is "Real Hitta" by Plies ft. Kodak Black. The single is about a month old but has ranked up almost 13 million views on Youtube! "Real Hitta" has a nice balance between romantic and rough. The beat is as soft as a gentle breeze while Kodak's raspy vocals add an aggression harmonically.

The music video includes cameos from recognizable social media faces.

I must admit I was not a Kodak fan when he first came onto the scene. Though, through time I have come to find I adore his lyrics and appreciate his station on Pandora. His lyrics are not nearly as bad compared to my original thought.

Plies- Real Hitta ft. Kodak Black:

Genius.com Lyrics

[Intro: Plies & Kodak Black] Yea Baby I'm a certified smacker Plies, Kodak I'm a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean? Yea, yea I know yeen never been with no real hitta No real nigga I'm talm bout like, a nigga dat really got a sack though I'm talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner Yea, dat way

[Chorus: Kodak Black] Have you ever made love to a real hitta ? Yea, a nigga that's always in the field Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin' (I wanna know) Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

[Verse 1: Plies] I done came back from pissin' inside the Trump Hotel 'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell Name saved up under Febreze cause she ain't got no smell I can hit it from the back, ain't got to hold my breath All these hundreds on me got me startin' to look like a scammer All that ass she got back there startin' to look like a pamper Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I'm Santa Plug name Julio but he don't play for Atlanta The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree's You ain't never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese I'm just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day

[Chorus: Kodak Black] Have you ever made love to a real hitta ? Yea, a nigga that's always in the field Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin' (I wanna know) I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

[Verse 2: Kodak Black] Baby you know I'm out here in these streets, I gotta get it If I ain't on the corner, I'm in the 'yo, bae I be busy But you gotta pray for me cause these niggas be hatin' in my city And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin' you be with me I'ma get in that lil pussy like I'm just gettin' outta prison And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn't I'm Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy And ain't nothin' changed because I motherfuckin' made it I'm a real hitta, I'm a real nigga, ima treat you like a lady I'm a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain't on safety And if I ain't call ya back then bae I'm gettin' to that money But ima come through, and ima fuck ya like the police lookin' for me

[Chorus: Kodak Black] Have you ever made love to a real hitta ? Yea, a nigga that's always in the field Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin' (I wanna know) I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

[Verse 3: Plies] I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beautician These lil' niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me Ya last man bought you Bebe but I'll buy you Givenchy Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili's Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo Sex game undefeated, think I'm 100-0 I don't go nowhere for free, if you got a check I'll go Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said so I be hustlin' so hard I lose track of the days That lil pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wage 'Fore you leave this earth baby you better getchu a hitta Talkin' one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa Yea, I just wanna know...

[Outro: Kodak Black] Have you ever made love to a real hitta

#kodakblack #realhitta #harmoniousmusicmondays

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