hella girls - fendi p lyrics
wavy n-gga, money spending
yeah im swimming in the pretty women
in every city just want lay up with me
im that n-gga
want tell they girlfriends
that i’m they n-gga
playa sh-t, i’m on some playa sh-t
i needa bunny just to kick it with
ain’t tryna play a bih i’m tryna play a bit
brown skin pretty brown skin
i need whole lots of them
mercedes benz h-lla lady friends
bottles come ‘til the club close
model hoes in designer clothes
taking shots and shoving powder
up their nose
money rolls all the hundreds fold
she a center fold
at my hotel is like a movie
penthouse where the gs be
you need like two keys
drink some money like a smoothie
i’m feeling groovy i keep my tooly
yo b-tch prolly want do me
yeah im trapped out to the max now
never back down
frontin on ‘em as i back out
i let that rag down
rap guys they was ballin’
they like where they at now
you know its jets sh-t til the next sh-t
she talking right i send a jet bih
check ya text b-tch
any problems we address it like gps b-tch
i got that tec with me
all cash i got that check with me
pretty girls come with h-lla girls
that just want tag along
trap music make em sing along
this they favourite song
money long all these chains on
they look like herring bones
got some sadity hoes
got some ratchet hoes
that just want tag along
trap music make em sing along
this they favourite song
money long all these chains on
they look like herring bones
they be like thats p
wanna s-x me dont just want text me
trust me f-ck up ya whole weave
i’ll buy you new weave
gucci, switched from gucci
now she want fendi
come thru whenever i’m in the city
h-lla missed calls
h-lla drunk texts dont do no phone s-x
pull up i’m at the marriott by the lax
meet me i’m at the double tree
right on peach tree
lame sh-t ain’t with that shy sh-t
dont want no shy b-tch
groupie hoes, hoes thats ran thru
i like low mileage
i’m stylish can’t f-ck no bummy hoe
that ain’t my style bih
like what you wearing now come out of it
getting smoked out i’§m on that hennessy
she want that henny d
rolling she poppin’ ecstasy
want do me anything
hold up like baby slow down
b-tch control yourself
back home in the trap zone
get the packs gone
money come here that money come
i’m at the dope house double parked
i’m that yella thing i’m on the car phone
getting topped all the way home
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