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merchata - hell yuh lyrics

[chorus: dom corleo]
she saying h+ll yuh yuh yuh
i’m like b+tch h+ll yuh
count my money like h+ll yuh
and when i f+ck her grab her hair yuh
thumb through hundreds like h+ll yuh
my money sit up on the chair yuh
catch me flying down the dead run
i throw up in a panamera
i’m high as h+ll on a plane
i might as well go buy drank
you might as well go cop plain
you might as well f+ck a lame
b+tch ass b+tch ass
i was grippin’ on his b+tch ass
model hoe she got some real ass
bottega on me and a rick bag
benz truck and i ain’t rent that
s+x drive on 10 racks
yuh, i go up
i hop on that beat and i’m gone blow
yuh, she go ghost yuh
she hop in that truck and she gone go
[verse: merchata]
fasho fasho
b+tch you know that i do this fasho
off a x whеn i get to the show
locked in my drеams i be doing the most
smoking on thrax i ain’t doing the lows
yo b+tch just taking off cloths
i pull up on seven and pour up a four
i count up 11 then go to the post
yuh, i do this sh+t on my lone
i don’t even know how these b+tches be broke
yeah i just hop in the coupe lets go
i showed them some racks and they act like we close
yuh, and i’m really stuck in that mode
i smoke a zip and i stick to the code

[bridge: merchata]
i put on balenciagas with the rick
i hopped in the daytona with your b+tch
and i ain’t got no drank so i’m feelin sick
i told you i can’t die till i’m rich

- merchata lyrics

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