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soulja boy tell 'em - hellcat lyrics

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[intro]
soulja
[?]
yo man y’all already know
y’all already know man

[chorus]
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 [?]
pull up, skert in the h-llcat
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
[?] 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 [?]
pull up, skert in the h-llcat
hundred bands on me, got to count that
run around city, with the loud pack

[verse 1]
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
p-ssy -ss n-gga you heard what i said
p-ssy -ss 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

[chorus]
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 [?]
pull up, skert in the h-llcat
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
[?] 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 [?]
pull up, skert in the h-llcat
hundred bands on me, got to count that
run around city, with the loud pack

[verse 2]
hundred fifty bands, yo where the couch at
skert in the h-llcat, 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 [?]
[?] n-gga, i’m stuffin’ the brick [?]
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

[outro]
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 [?]
pull up, skert in the h-llcat
hundred bands on me, got to count that
run around city, with the loud pack



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