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dior don - hellcat! lyrics

(ferno, you spazzin’)
(yo, we got houmi on this sh+t)

h+llcat, movin’ (skrt)
b+tch, i’m flying like a racer (zoom)
red cap, boolin (slatt)
b+tch, i’m goin’ up like an escalator
pushin’ the limit, my chain worth a ticket
b+tch, i’m in the kitchen, i look like a baker
you’re lamer then lame and you’re faker than fake, i ain’t worried, i’m focused on paper (stacks)

it ain’t no talkin with me cause i live for action, always pistol packin, n+gga (boom)
i dropped 35 on my wrist, diamond lookin’ like p+ss and i got it off trappin’, n+gga
f+ck a xxl, my gun ran out of sh+lls, got another one sitting right under the seat
you don’t wanna battle with me, dip and dabble for free, but i know that your talkin’ is cheap
i’m shootin’ out the big body, my choppa’s the only n+gga that i trust
i get an adrеnaline rush when he talkin’ tough
i’ll go smokе that n+gga like a blunt
if he wants the smoke then it’s up
you ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sh+t if you’re talkin’ ‘bout such and such
up the glock, i’ma squeeze it and bust and if my choppa jam, then i go grab the other one (come here)

yeah, rockstar lifestyle (rock, slatt)
i feel like sid vicious
she like how i rap and i like how she spittin’, it’s different, we get it
i got the munchies, i eat up the money, that sh+t is delicious
money and n+ggas the same, they come and they go, i just go ‘bout my business
d+mn right (haha)
i’m the n+gga that they talkin’ bout
smokin’ to much, i got cotton mouth
.357 in hand, b+tch, i air it out
why don’t you some and show me what flex flex about?
whenever i’m checkin’ in, b+tch, i‘m not checkin’ out
smoke up my veggies, i don’t need a check+up now
how you sayin’ you was gang but you’re tellin’ now?
sh+t don’t make no sense
h+llcat, movin’ (skrt)
b+tch, i’m flying like a racer (zoom)
red cap, boolin (slatt)
b+tch, i’m goin’ up like an escalator
pushin’ the limit, my chain worth a ticket
b+tch, i’m in the kitchen, i look like a baker
you’re lamer then lame and you’re faker than fake, i ain’t worried, i’m focused on paper (stacks)

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