Hellcat Kenny
Lil Uzi Vert, Young Thug
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Wake up, F1LTHY Turn it up Yeah, turn it up, turn up Yeah Hellcat Kenny, yeah, I'ma f*ck your bitch (ah) Demon child, I could get your mama rich (graah, graah) Got no problem gettin' in yo sisters kid (Bow, Bow, Bow) Got no problem gettin' none of yo children lit (on God, yeah) Hellcat Kenny, this a fuckin' jet (yeah) I been in the trenches givin' everything back (everything back) You could ask my homies and my goddamn hoes All this muhfuckin' money off my shows, off of the road (road) Put these boys on spoke, for fifty, he gone broke (gra) Hellcat the folks, suck me out my clothes Shawty came with force (force) F*ck lil' homie claimin'? Keep that on the porch (ha) yeah I just spent half a million dollars on the Superbowl (no lie) I just bought a ring, cost a Superbowl (goddamn) I just bought some lean worth a Superbowl (goddamn) I just flood her cream, ain't no SuperSoak (huh, huh, woo) I'm a big player, you got foreign spell (yeah) I came in your bed, I drink only red (red) Yeah, killer head, she killin' shit F*ck her man, I'm just tellin' you what the broad said I'm whippin' that B, ain't no cam on that bitch And that's all that he said (That's all that he said) I'm fuckin' that bitch in the lair, I didn't even know she was player Oh, that's your shrimp? He dressin' in Armani, huh Oh, that's your bitch? I didn't just wanna hit (ain't even wanna hit) I'm jumpin' the fence, I came with the- ayy-ayy-ayy (grah, grah-grah) Ain't nothin' wrong with a man or a zombie, he never gon' play Yeah, come in the crack, and she was bad And she was snatched, never gon' cap F*ck a dispatch Pull up a map, think you better than me Then you smoke crack (Then you smoke crack) I got the racks, if I go broke then she never come back None of these niggas, they spittin' the facts Fuckin' that bitch, do it right from the back Most of my niggas, they loyal, huh I ain't even gotta look, turnin' my back Some of these niggas, I heard they be rats I walk around with three million in my bag I put the birds in the back of a Track' Cat on my car, but this shit not a Jag' My bitch, she's a frea-ea-ea-eak She beggin' me just to come piss in her crack I looked at her crazy, I never did' that This my first time doin' that and I did it We pray to the bank 'cause money religion We don't hold no grudges 'cause business is business, bitch Huh? What? (we pray to the bank 'cause money religion) (we don't hold no grudges, business is business Like, we don't hold no grudges, business is business) Bitch
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Written by: Jeffrey Williams, Symere Woods
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