a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

hala nomore - hades lyrics

[intro: hala nomore]
aye, aye!
aye!
b-tch!
-mom, pharatrill’s at it again!-
aye, aye, what
yuh, yuh (wet) yuh
(uh, what?)

[verse 1: hala nomore]
rollie on, huh
floaties on, huh
all this old money getting moldy on huh (aye, aye, aye!)
diamond on wrist, hockey goalie on huh
way that i flex, i got trophies on huh
rollie on, huh
floaties on, huh
all this old money getting moldy on huh
diamond on wrist, hockey goalie on huh
way that i flex, i got trophies on huh yuh
she tryna ride me like waves, but she so crazy the way that she don’t like a condom mmm
that is a problem, whippin’ it like slaves, k!lled her p-ssy, but dead like a possum (ugh dead)
we got it on lock, in f-nny’s my glock, if you want barred up, hit em up like pac
smoking on gas, if her p-ssy trash, recycle for better new p-ssy to p-ss (yuh, yuh, yuh, aye!)
lose it, these n-gg-s are sus, stay bruising (huh? what?)
control her, no kendrick i’m cruising (uh)
sh-ggy sh-t, scooby doo i’m grooving (uh yuh)
saint jhn, how a n-gg- too lit (uh huh)
no bic, but i’ll flick that sh-t (flick flick)
i’m ill like a bed ridden kid, you’re too slow like sid, off deez no jid (huh yuh huh aye!)
the way i get these ladies
you’d think i sold my soul to hades (hades, hades?)
i’m dating two babies
mary, i’m driving round miss daisy (skrt, skrt)
i ain’t talking clan but i can’t let anyone faze me (uhuh uhuh)
i’m saucing uh, no gravy, uh i’m ballin, uh no brady (aye)

[verse 2: 2knato]
i gotta get up, finato is stuck
my life really called i know i’m a f-ck (yuh)
kim k up in here i think i’m in love
i play with the mit get caught like a glove
she told me i’m sorry but i need a hug
i’m rapping so fast i know i’m on drugs (ugh)
they think that i’m it but i’m not a thug
but i can be shady so call me the plug
cause my life a movie i hope you press play (press play?)
i rap smooth, i spit game, just call me someday
if i get the check up i’ll move to the bay (vroom!)
i can’t fall in love no i don’t f-ck for fame (b-tch!)
but i don’t like the math
i add em subtract
the commas and numbers
it’s kind of fact
i play with the keys
i ride h-lla fast (vroom!)
you drive a toyota
i fly in a jag
i’m black and i’m white
i think she a stan
just gimme one night
you know that’s the plan
i go by finato
we know that’s a brand
i don’t like the fakes
i know i’m a man

[hook: hala nomore]
you done f-cked up b-tch
out of luck huh b-tch (yuh yuh yuh)
tummy tuck, get stabbed with blades for being stuck up b-tch (ugh yuh)
you done f-cked up b-tch
out of luck huh b-tch
tummy tuck, stab sitting ducks for being stuck up b-tch (yuh)
you done f-cked up b-tch
out of luck huh b-tch (yuh yuh yuh)
tummy tuck, get stabbed with blades for being stuck up b-tch (ugh yuh)
you done f-cked up b-tch
out of luck huh b-tch
tummy tuck, stab sitting ducks for being stuck up b-tch aye (yuh)

- hala nomore lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS