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letra de hola! - $teven cannon

[intro]
(let’s go, tayo)
qué pasó, my n-gga?
aye

[chorus]
all i gotta tell her b-tch is “hola!”

you and me we stick together this a co-op
she said i’m sick she probably think i got ebola, d-mn

[verse 1]
all i gotta tell her b-tch is “hola!”
all i gotta tell her b-tch is “hola!”
shorty fire know she got it from her mama
what we doin’? i can take you to the casa
aye, when i seen that girl i was like ooh, la
with all that teaching better stop before i show out
b-tch i’m high i got a wood full of yoda
naked b-tches working with me in my grow up
b-tch, i be balling like my eyelids
just bought a rollie and these n-ggas got like five kids
i told my shorty b-tch exactly where the nine is
and she popped it, she popped it, she popped it, she popped, n-gga
aye, no i ain’t gone stop till i’m on top, n-gga
aye, no she ain’t gone stop to lose the top, n-gga
i ain’t f-cking with these n-ggas, these opps n-gga
cause i’m focused on these hoes and these model b-tches
when i say she gon’ do it like nike
snowman with all this icy, i icy
i’m like giannis in the paint with all these f-cking bucks
try to take the sh-t from me, you should try your luck, n-gga
[chorus]
all i gotta tell her b-tch is “hola!”
in my car we get to blowin’ on that mota
you and me we stick together this a co-op
she said i’m sick she probably think i got ebola, d-mn
all i gotta tell her b-tch is “hola!”
in my car we get to blowin’ on that mota
you and me we stick together this a co-op
she said i’m sick she probably think i got ebola, d-mn

[verse 2]
sh-t, we might f-ck around and go to cabo
real friend, i need both, that’s a combo
thirty thousand on the watch, ain’t wastin’ time, though
i know these b-tches probably pickin’ through my blindfolds
i got the benz in the garage, but n-ggas need more
on my gta, sh-t, i got the cheat codes
couple b-tches in my bed, that’s a freak show
i rather f-ck with famous hoes than these weak hoes
so fire, i might give a b-tch a heat stroke
going wild, n-ggas turning into steve-o
i know b-tches tryna see this d-ck in 3-d
got a visa, call the flights just to see me
b-tch, i’m higher than a pilot
if a girl trippin’ on me, then it’s bye b-tch
famous b-tches always tryna be my sidekick
but they always f-ckin’ fightin’ with my side b-tch
[chorus]
all i gotta tell her b-tch is “hola!”
in my car we get to blowin’ on that mota
you and me we stick together this a co-op
she said i’m sick she probably think i got ebola, d-mn
all i gotta tell her b-tch is “hola!”
in my car we get to blowin’ on that mota
you and me we stick together this a co-op
she said i’m sick she probably think i got ebola, d-mn

- teven cannon

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