Hella
Junior Drummond
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Come up got 'em hella mad Bachelor pad on Bellaire Ave Gettin' money, hella cash Blow that shit, hella fast F*ck a hater tell 'em that Hella kush, Hella hash Hella syrup, Hella bands Hella, hella, hella, hella See the trill in me I'm high Sittin' on the wall like I'm Filomena Fly Back then never thought I'd be the guy Selling out shows from the A to the Chi From LA to NY, paid, got a foreign babe On a plane gettin' laid in Dubai 'Bout to blow up, better pray to Allah Gettin' money up throwin' change in the pot Tell them lames eat a cock Faded off the brown like a fake tan pimp Feeling like a shark where the fake fans swim Homey seein' through the shade like a Ray Ban bitch Woo Hah , woo hah, woo hah, woo hah Got smoke got drink going ham sandwhich Got a joint you can hit and the shit can't miss Dick so big make a bitch back flip Get High, Get high, Get High Roll that shit, pass that shit Money don't buy happiness but broke haters stay mad as shit Chop it, zip it, bag that shit Pussy, I'm a bang that shit My dick hanging like a vine and you girl 'bout to Orangutan that shit Come up got 'em hella mad Bachelor pad on Bellaire Ave Gettin' money, hella cash Blow that shit, hella fast F*ck a hater tell 'em that Hella kush, Hella hash Hella syrup, Hella bands Hella, hella, hella, hella Come up got 'em hella mad Bachelor pad on Bellaire Ave Gettin' money, hella cash Blow that shit, hella fast F*ck a hater tell 'em that Hella kush, Hella hash Hella syrup, Hella bands Hella, hella, hella, hella Roll up a swish Kush so strong it could fold up a brick Hit the contacts 'bout to phone up your chick Talk shit laying back gettin' dome in a six Wanna be a bitch got a bone she could pick After I motor boat both of them tits Can't spend the night if she never pay rent Put her in a cab send her home let her vent F*ck you ex I'm smashin' her box Pop up in the DM jack in the box Pimp where I park gettin' ass in the lot Hippy chick in the hotel passin' the pot Fans in the hallway crashing the spot Sittin' solo in a class at the top Crowd go nuts when my shit hit the net, like a last second shot (Yeah) Understand I'm the man you capisce All my dogs gettin' paid hundred grand on a leash This year gotta eat, f*ck that gotta feast Homie gettin' bread got cheese in my reach Bitch I'm a beast, hard in the paint Keep comin' up and that shit won't seize See your girl front row I see the bounce in the cheeks She came for the show and I came with the skeet like Come up got 'em hella mad Bachelor pad on Bellaire Ave Gettin' money, hella cash Blow that shit, hella fast F*ck a hater tell 'em that Hella kush, Hella hash Hella syrup, Hella bands Hella, hella, hella, hella Come up got 'em hella mad Bachelor pad on Bellaire Ave Gettin' money, hella cash Blow that shit, hella fast F*ck a hater tell 'em that Hella kush, Hella hash Hella syrup, Hella bands Hella, hella, hella, hella
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