hittin' Lyrics

If it ain't about God, what you talking about

Uh-huh, let me know

W-O-L, 4L

B-B-G, G-O-D, the gang

Uh-huh, go ahead

Go ahead, shake yo

(flvco you made this)

Go ahead, shake your hips to the rhythm

Worshiping G-O-D, no, I'm not sinning

Putting both hands straight up to the ceilin'

Praying to him if I need some healin'

Influence the youth to stop all the killin'

Got the devil sick, he need penicillin

Making this music for the children of God,

Got you boppin' yo head cuz the 808s hittin'

I'm making you bop, I'm making you jump

Headed to the top im hot like the sun

He is the Chosen the Only one,

Only one, that will show love til its done

What killed me inside, the pain I'd run from

I got him now, don't fear anyone

A child of God, I know I'm his son

Balling like D-Book, I play for the Suns

I'm set free, the devil can't hold me

Man up above got me balling like Kobe

I do not know you, don't act like you know me

Euro the paint left lay like Ginobili

If you fear in God then we could be homies

Praising his name, cause he was there for me when I had nobody

Lonely and all on my dolly

Go ahead, shake your hips to the rhythm

Worshiping G-O-D, no, I'm not sinning

Putting both hands straight up to the ceilin'

Praying to him if I need some healin'

Influence the youth to stop all the killin'

Got the devil sick, he need penicillin

Making this music for the children of God,

Got you boppin' yo head cuz the 808s hittin'

shake yo hips to the rhythm

Go ahead, shake yo hips to the

Go ahead, shake yo hips to the rhythm

Worshiping G-O-D, no, I'm not sinning

Putting both hands straight up to the ceilin'

Praying to him if I need some healin'

Influence the youth to stop all the killin'

Got the devil sick, he need penicillin

Making this music for the children of God,

Got you boppin' yo head cuz the 808s hittin'

Got you boppin' yo head cuz the 808s hittin'

Making this music for the children of God,

Got you boppin' yo head cuz the 808s hittin'

Go ahead, shake yo hips to the rhythm

Worshiping G-O-D, no, I'm not sinning

Putting both hands straight up to the ceilin'

Praying to him if I need some healin'

Influence the youth to stop all the killin'

Got the devil sick, he need penicillin

Making this music for the children of God,

Got you boppin' yo head cuz the 808s hittin'

Got you bopping your head cause the 808's hittin'

Got you bopping your head cause the 808's hittin'

Making his music for the children of God

Got you bopping your head cause the 808's hittin'