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hellcat pushin! - desire (rapper) lyrics

[chorus]
we in that h*llcat pushin’
better get yo’ hoe, she lookin’
tryna steal my style, he couldn’t
these n*ggas be sweet like pudding
i walked in this b*tch with that glock
eyes on me, b*tch i’m feeling like pac
now that i’m up they say that i’m hot
i’m smokin’ tree and i do it a lot
fillin’ my cup with a deuce of that wock
he wanted smoke, so we gettin’ him dropped
put the red dot right on his top
get to bagging the money, don’t stop
look at my b*tch and i told her we straight
look at my pockets, i’m lovin’ this cake
my n*gga heat you up, bought him a drac’
and i’m f*cking these hoes out of state

[verse]
in the hеllcat, yeah that b*tch gon’ skate
can’t put my trust in thesе hoes, they fake
my young n*gga upping the score
f*cked a bad b*tch at the show, and i’m sipping on wock for sure
said if he sippin’ on tris then he broke
f*ckin’ this b*tch, then i pass to my bro
we up in saks, and we closing the store
she sucking d*ck and she loving the stroke
spending her a rack on a moncler coat
don’t f*ck with n*ggas, these n*ggas be broke
the b*tch be so cut*throat
i just sit back and play with these racks
play wit’ her hair while i’m beating her back
f*ck up her life, that b*tch was a [?]
widebody h*llcat, f*ck a scat
had to go neiman marcus for the hat
we up in benihana’s with the mag
the clip on the glock longer than a bat
talkin’ that sh*t, yeah, we finna slide
took my lil’ white vibe on a ride
keep that lil’ f*ck sh*t to the side
he got him a vpn, he finna hide
took a lil’ hit, now he ‘bout to cry
[chorus]
we in that h*llcat pushin’
better get yo’ hoe, she lookin’
tryna steal my style, he couldn’t
these n*ggas be sweet like pudding
i walked in this b*tch with that glock
eyes on me, b*tch i’m feeling like pac
now that i’m up they say that i’m hot
i’m smokin’ tree and i do it a lot
fillin’ my cup with a deuce of that wock
he wanted smoke, so we gettin’ him dropped
put the red dot right on his top
get to bagging the money, don’t stop
look at my b*tch and i told her we straight
look at my pockets, i’m lovin’ this cake
my n*gga heat you up, bought him a drac’
and i’m f*cking these hoes out of state

- desire rapper lyrics

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