HELLSTAR (feat. Ot7 Quanny)

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Harry Fraud

Rory William Quigley (born January 26, 1987), known professionally as Harry Fraud, is an American record producer and composer. Primarily a hip hop producer, Fraud began producing at an early age and began interning at a recording studio after graduating high school. First discovered by French Montana during a recording session in Chinatown in early 2009, Fraud has gone on to become a fixture in the New York underground and mixtape scene. He gained mainstream attention when his song with French Montana "Shot Caller" became one of the most added tracks on urban contemporary radio between 2011-2012.Fraud has produced collaborative records with various rappers, such as Flight 2011 (2011) with Chinx Drugz; Rugby Thompson (2012) with Smoke DZA; Cigarette Boats (20… more »

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La Musica De Harry Fraud

Fallen angel I'm a Hellstar
Name bullet proof Kevlar
We gon see you like a head scar
Four on me like Brett Favre 
Came home to a fresh start
Got a 31 from the connect hard

I'm trying to fill my safe up niggas want to see me check
Before I ever run out of money, I'd rather break my neck
41 boys, I know you heard about us
36 ounces, that'll turn you up 

In the neighborhood with the drugs in it
One bird I got, had bugs in it
Never had to try to fake a tough image
When it went left I really was in it
Cocaine gotta process and I trust in it
Bro said he don't cut the work he be blessin' it

I got old money from 2017
All this cash is on my pockets, I need bigger jeans
I think I fell in love with sipping lean
Real dope boy, white tee on like I'm Mr. Clean
We in the kitchen with a whole chicken nigga, this bird talk
It's summertime, we in the projects playing curveball
I'm on my shot when I get home and she gonna get the belt
And I'm so fucking turnt up, yeah, I can sign myself
Pussy try reaching my chain and I'm a spray your lid
I peep the cops from down the block, they try to raid the crib
I'm with two bad bitches, they try and rape the kid 
I used to sell 62s before I made it big

Everybody dies but everyone don't get to live
Maury jumping in the pool, they'll flip ya wig
Free the line, yeah he in the feds
Cause his mule started talkin' like Mr. Ed
They be whispering, they be talking, but they ain't no threat
They got mad they put the bag up, they still ain't show yet
They ain't flame throw yet?
That's a win they ain't gon get
I smacked ya home in the phone line
No, you can't go next
If you hit that with just get back then it ain't gon melt
There's a brick packed where my wrist at and I stayed my self
Can't chill when you sell hard
He was high and he fell far
Fallen angel
I'm a Hellstar

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