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letra de hellcat kenny - young thug

[intro: young thug & future]
wake up, f1lthy (turn it up)
yeah, turn it up
too much
yeah

[verse 1: young thug]
h-llcat kenny, yeah, i’ma f-ck your b-tch (ah)
demon child, i can get your mama rich (raow, raow)
got no problem gettin’ in yo’ sister’s kid (baow, baow, baow)
got no problem gettin’ all yo’ children lit (on god, yeah)
h-llcat kenny, this a f-ckin’ jet (yeah)
i been in the trenches givin’ everythin’ back (everythin’ back)
you can ask my homies and my godd-mn hoes (yeah)
all this motherf-ckin’ money off my shows (what?), off of the road (road)
put these boys on spoke (hey)
for fifty, he gone broke (grah)
h-llcat the folks, suck me out my clothes
shawty came with force (what?)
f-ck lil’ homie claimin’? keep that on the porch (ha), d-mn
i just spent half a million dollars on the superbowl (no lie)
i just bought a ring, cost a superbowl (godd-mn)
i just bought some lean worth a superbowl (godd-mn)
i just felt her cream, ain’t no supersoak’ (huh, huh, woo)
i’m a big player, you got foreign spell (yeah)
i came in your bed, i drink only red (red)
yeah, k!ller head (k!ll), she k!llin’ sh-t (grrah, yeah)
f-ck her man, i’m just tellin’ you what the broad said (bawk)
yeah, i’m whippin’ the benz, no cam’ on that b-tch and that’s all that he said (that’s all that he said)
i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch in the lair, i didn’t even know she was player (woah, d-mn)
oh, that’s your shrimp? he dressin’ in armani (ha), huh
oh, that’s your b-tch? i didn’t just wanna hit (didn’t even wanna hit her)
i’m jumpin’ the fence, i came with the, “ayy-ayy-ayy” (grah, grah-grah)
ain’t nothin’ wrong with a man or a zombie, he never gon’ play (on god, yeah)
yeah, cum in the crack and she was bad
and she was sn-tched, never gon’ cap
f-ck a dispatch (f-ck a dispatch)
[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
pull up a map, think you better than me, then you smoke crack (then you smoke crack)
i got the racks, if i go broke then she never come back
none of these n-ggas, they spittin’ the facts
f-ckin’ that b-tch, do it right from the back
most of my n-ggas, they loyal, huh
i ain’t even gotta look, turnin’ my back (yeah)
some of these n-ggas out here, they be rats
i walk around with three million in my bag
i put the birds in the back of a track’
cat on my car, but this sh-t not a jag’
my b-tch is a frea-ea-ea-eak (yeah, yeah)
she beggin’ me just to come p-ss in her crack
i looked at her crazy, i never did that (huh?)
this my first time doin’ that and i did it
we pray to the bank because money religion
we don’t hold no grudges ’cause business is business, b-tch (yeah, huh?)
(we pray to the bank because money religion)
(we don’t hold no grudges, business is business)
(like, we don’t hold no grudges, business is business)
b-tch

- young thug

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