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Chris Brown - Hit My Line (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Songwriter
Paul Momberger
Paul Momberger
Songwriter
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Engineer
Teezio
Teezio
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hi, hit my line Hi, hit my line, line Hi, hit my line Hi, hit my line, line I heard you got a nigga but you don't wanna be with him No, you don't And if he fuckin' your mood up, you don't gotta leave with him Fuck that, no more Why the bad ones always find a waste of time? I can't understand it And tell me why the whack niggas always be the first in line Girl, do you need for me to handle that for ya? First night, I bought a lick, all diamond T-Try it on I keep a bad bitch shinin' Girl, it's you that I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' Nice, just my type Get your life! Tear the roof up, I like it Tryna be on what you on tonight Baby gave me that fruit punch, she spiked it Feels right bein' wrong tonight, come here Hi-hi, hit my line (my line, oh, yeah) Girl, I need that one on one time Hi-hi, hit my line (my line) Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up Tell me, baby, how you want it (yeah) Side to side (yeah) Let me upgrade you, supersize (yeah) It's only the appetizer, so don't fill your plate up Baby, not yet I'ma get you them shoes he ain't get for you (get for you) Get you that coupe that you been wantin' (wantin') Fuck you in a house that you wanna live in Different type of nigga that you gotta deal with That's life First night, hit her with that frickin' line (da-da-da-da-da) Now she curve that nigga, stiff arm with the Heisman (excuse me, woo) Damn, my girl fly, she perfect, priceless All she did was take that flight Get your life! Baby, tear the roof up, I like it (oh, yeah) Tryna be on what you on tonight (oh) Baby gave me that fruit punch, she spiked it (she spiked it) Feels right bein' wrong tonight, come here Hi-hi, hit my line (my line, oh, yeah) Girl, I need that one on one time (oh-oh) Hi-hi, hit my line (my line) Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up Hi-hi, hit my line Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up Hi-hi, hit my line Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up Come here, baby, all you gotta do is hit my line, my line, my line Baby gave me that fruit punch, she spiked it (all you gotta do is) Hi, hit my line Get your life! Baby, tear the roof up (huh), I like it (ooh) Tryna be on what you on tonight (oh-na-na) Baby gave me that fruit punch, she spiked it (yeah, ooh) Feels right bein' wrong tonight, bring it closer, baby Hi, hit my line Girl, I need that one on one time (hi) Hi, hit my line Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up (fuck your, fuck your head up) Hi, hit my line
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Sean Aaron Momberger, Paul Logan Momberger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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