Fck Boy
Elles-Moca
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Ya ya ya ya Elles this elles that Whose Elles anyways I don't like Elles Ya is that how You feel All this hate gotta be worth something though Its puroz till the death yeah Ya ya fck Boy You can't hang Ya ya dope money in the bag Ya ya I think I got em mad Ya ya shut up shut up ya ya... I don't wanna hear shit no more bout I changed only thing Switching is that cash galore You'r girl's a hore and You'r Boy got me in his jaw's use to be poor Now I'm eating what You mad at me for This world is cold so I got colder started with a nugget Now that thing look like a bolder Chip on my shoulder what You tryna tell me I swear I been through it all and never said please Gimmie gimmie gimmie nigga I don't got no manner's Just banger's dirty hammer's to nail coffin's with killer's All round me which one wanna go... Red light green light You don't want no smoke Though some don't learn without a picture visual learner So imma draw a picture Roll up like ah swisher and deliver blood thicker then quaker Ill take ya forsake ya heartbreaker Ya ya fck Boy You can't hang Ya ya dope money in the bag Ya ya I think I got em mad Ya ya shut up shut up ya ya... Ya ya fck Boy You can't hang Ya ya dope money in the bag Ya ya I think I got em mad Ya ya shut up shut up ya ya... People always got something slick to say They probably broke mad ugly wanna give me brain Its ok I understand y'all heavy pain call a psychiatrist Cause I can't help you mane All imma do with this juice is make it worse Cause the truth hurts and that's all give in my verse Remember when I use to sell forty bottles with den To get a buck now they can't believe what I pull up in Ya ya I know now you my best friend Ya ya where was You when I aint have shit Everybody wanna get a piece like kit Kat Stretching out their hands like we in yoga class Fck up out my biz fck up out my biz why You call the feds imma let it rinse You gone scream an beg ask me to forgive But I don't hear that shit I don't care bitch You gone feel the strength You gone feel the rush ashes to ashes dust to dust Imma get it even if You don't like us keep ya hugs Keep ya kisses and ya fake love Ya ya fck Boy You can't hang Ya ya dope money in the bag Ya ya I think I got em mad Ya ya shut up shut up ya ya Ya ya fck Boy You can't hang Ya ya dope money in the bag Ya ya I think I got em mad Ya ya shut up shut up ya ya... Ya ya why don't you just get off my name huh Quit having my name in ya mouth like some dick huh I don't wanna hear shit no more Its puroz that's it Elles Elles Elles Moca Moca Moca
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