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Artiste:
Tana
Titre:
hell yeah
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Hell nah, I don't wanna hear your diss I just spent two bands on Rick Hurt her heart, I gotta fix that MMY with the Rick, they mix-match (Mix-match) I get my lick back, he get popped like a Tic-Tac (Tic) And her tongue goin' zig-zag We gon' bring 'em guns out, give 'em hell Yeah, hell yeah, uh Yeah, hell yeah, uh Yeah, hell yeah And I move the pack through the mail (Yeah) And this gas good enough to sell, yeah He tryna be like us and I can tell, yeah He tried to be like us, but that boy failed, yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah, u—uh, yeah, hell yeah U—U—Uh, yeah, hell yeah, uh, yeah, hell yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah, u—uh, yeah, hell yeah U—Uh, yeah, hell yeah (Uh, yeah, hell yeah) (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah) I'm 5'7, I stand on my money, I'm tall And no, I don't hoop, but I swear I could ball And no, I don't love you, girl, I ain't FALL She do her lil' shuffle, she do the Futsal (Futsal) I ain't leavin' no witness, don't care what you saw Promise I used to be broke But now that I'm up, I'ma Balenciaga it all (All) I could take you to Pluto, promise you gon' keep it true, though When I'm older, buy a two-door, or a four I got some money, but I want some more We up, tell 'em check the score (Yeah) Hit my phone, you gon' get ignored Scored on a pint, pharmacy galore (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) Hell nah, I don't wanna hear your diss (Diss) I just spent two bands on Rick (Rick) Hurt her heart, I gotta fix that MMY with the Rick, they mix-match (Mix-match) I get my lick back (Lick back), he get popped like a Tic-Tac (Tic-Tac) And her tongue goin' zig-zag We gon' bring 'em guns out, give 'em hell Yeah, hell yeah, uh Yeah, hell yeah, uh Yeah, hell yeah And I move the pack through the mail (Yeah) And this gas good enough to sell, yeah He tryna be like us and I can tell, yeah (PinkGrillz) He tried to be like us, but that boy failed, yeah Uh, yeah, hell yeah Come back, tana