Hellcat
کاور آهنگ Hellcat از Soulja Boy

Hellcat

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Soulja

Yo man y'all already know

Y'all already know man

Slide in the Porsche, pull up the trap and I get off

[?] on me n*gga, don't think about that

Run up on gang, you know you get clapped

I slide to the trap and then I run up the rack

Pull up, skert in the Hellcat

Hundred bands on me, got to count that

Run around city, with the loud pack

Slide in the Porsche, pull up the trap and I get off

A on me n*gga, don't think about that

Run up on gang, you know you get clapped

I slide to the trap and then I run up the rack

Pull up, skert in the Hellcat

Hundred bands on me, got to count that

Run around city, with the loud pack

Run around city, with the loud pack

Hundred racks on me n*gga, had to count that

I hop out the Range Rover, it was matte black

Hundred fifty thousand, when the n*gga made the transact

Run up on me I put one in your head

Definite uh, one in the head

[?], arm and a leg

Pus*y ass n*gga you heard what I said

Pus*y ass n*gga you that I trap

[?] we makin' sh*t happen

I feel like we at my show, n*ggas start clappin'

Rollin that set, no tackling

On the private jet, young n*gga travelin'

On to that bed, make her do magic trick

Hop out the coop, I got another whip

I got another b*tch, I'm on some other sh*t

Slide in the Porsche, pull up the trap and I get off

A on me n*gga, don't think about that

Run up on gang, you know you get clapped

I slide to the trap and then I run up the rack

Pull up, skert in the Hellcat

Hundred bands on me, got to count that

Run around city, with the loud pack

Slide in the Porsche, pull up the trap and I get off

A on me n*gga, don't think about that

Run up on gang, you know you get clapped

I slide to the trap and then I run up the rack

Pull up, skert in the Hellcat

Hundred bands on me, got to count that

Run around city, with the loud pack

Hundred fifty bands, yo where the couch at

Skert in the Hellcat, twenty pounds of loud pack

[?] yellow bone, b*tch on Snapchat

Good with the plug, fifty bricks off that

[?] my feet, I put it together

Young n*gga rich, I trap any weather

Stand in that kitchen, like I'm makin' dinner

Do not come to my trap, lil n*gga don't ever

Back in the day I was ridin' no spinners

But [?] I'm trappin' like, n*gga and [?]

I be whippin' that [?], [?]

I push to the block and I know you remember

How VV my chain, It look like [?]

Whatever they say, you know my young n*gga gon' get them

How to talk dealers, you know that they hate you

Slide in the Porsche, pull up the trap and I get off

A on me n*gga, don't think about that

Run up on gang, you know you get clapped

I slide to the trap and then I run up the rack

Pull up, skert in the Hellcat

Hundred bands on me, got to count that

Run around city, with the loud pack