letra de hella (remix) - ken carson
lyrics from snippet
[intro]
(star boy, you’re my hero)
[refrain: ken carson]
ayy, the higher i get the better
the longer i wait, she wetter
i could’ve f-cked her when i met her
i pop me a perc’, just to settle
i f-cked that lil’ b-tch ’til she red, she was yellow
shawty wan’ be my vamp but she can’t be my bella
n-ggas say they got hoes but see me, i got h-lla (yeah)
h-lla, ayy, h-lla, ayy, h-lla, ayy, h-lla (yеah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[pre-chorus: ken carson]
talkin’ ’bout hoes, i got h-lla
i ran up thе racks, i’m no failure
i f-ck on that b-tch and then i prevail
i feel like a pimp, i just might go sell her
n-ggas talking ’bout hoes but they know i got h-lla
n-ggas talking ’bout clothes but they know i got h-lla (yeah)
[chorus: ken carson]
h-lla, h-lla, h-lla, h-lla (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, h-lla)
h-lla, h-lla, h-lla, h-lla (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, h-lla)
this b-tch do whatever i tell her
i f-ck her then send her to you, she won’t tell ya
opium, b-tch, i serve like some mail
i served that lil’ boy and i ain’t use no scale, yeah
[verse 1: ken carson]
i ran up the racks, you know i couldn’t fail, yeah
i just got a pack, it came through the mail, yeah
seven pounds of paraphernalia
if you ain’t got cash app, i got zelle, yeah
if i get caught, i got bail, yeah
b-tch, i got them racks, give a f-ck ’bout a jail, yeah
this b-tch wanna f-ck, you know i’m like, “h-ll yeah”
i keep my glock tucked, i’ll send you to h-ll, yeah
i keep my glock tucked with one in the head
let a n-gga try it then he dead
step on him like an insect
i pop me a molly and then i forget
i pop me a molly and then i forget
he thought i was lame, thought i wasn’t with the sh-ts
these n-ggas be lame when it come to a b-tch
so i’ma get lame when it come to get rich
h-lla sticks, l!cks, ‘gielas, ricks, l!cks, b-tch (h-lla, yeah)
[pre-chorus: ken carson]
talkin’ ’bout hoes, i got h-lla (yeah)
i ran up the racks, i’m no failure (yeah)
i f-ck on that b-tch and then i prevail (yeah)
i feel like a pimp, i just might go sell her (yeah)
n-ggas talking ’bout hoes, but they know i got h-lla
n-ggas talking ’bout clothes, but they know i got h-lla (i got h-lla)
[chorus: ken carson]
h-lla (yeah), h-lla (yeah), h-lla (yeah), h-lla (yeah, h-lla)
h-lla (yeah), h-lla (yeah), h-lla (yeah), h-lla (yeah)
this b-tch do whatever i tell her
i f-ck her then send her to you, she won’t tell ya
opium, b-tch, i serve like some mail
i served that lil’ boy and i ain’t use no scale, yeah
[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
yeah, sell ya, sell ya, sell ya, sell ya (what? yeah)
f-ck from the back…
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