Chrishan - Mr. One Hitta lyrics

3 a.m. exit out the bar Damn I'm so gone off that patron I might not make it to my car I need a driver, s**y in them heels Someone to keep it real, somebody like, you, you Kissing on your neck, brush between ya legs, damn, damn Medic, medic, one dose of me and you'll be trippin, trippin Ayy I'm mr one hitta, quitta, quitta, quitta, quitta, hitta, quitta I'm mr one hitta, quitta, quitta, quitta, quitta, hitta, quitta I'm mr one hitta One stroke, shawty you bout to be gone Two strokes, shawty bout to overdose I'm mr one hitta (hitta) Shawty go tell all your friends I'm mr one hitta quitta Babe, they blowin up ya cell He didn't know what I got in store don't need nobody else Climb on top and take it slow, then we switch positions Like oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah I'm kinda freaky, doing thangs you wouldn't believe me When I get done witchu, you gone come down be strung out like a feinbe Girl you better call a paramedic, cause you about to get it When I touch down have you scream my name yeah yeah Bridge: Do it, do it, like you never had before, never had before Baby scream Baby say my name I'm mr one hitta quitta Haha let's go