Hit It For Free Lyrics & Chords By Field Mob

Man I use to be stressed for bread. dead broke,
jackin' off thinkin about big
butts and daggets in bed. i been a croo
i done took paychecks and fled. 3
things i hate: whores, red-necks and feds.
i had this one bithch told me its 100
to fuck and $50 jus to test the head.
thhuuee! didn't eat when i colud go to
churches and get a cheaper chicken
wit bigger breast and legs. i ain't finna
floss checks and stunt only time
i pay for cat be at chinese restaunt.