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zamaera - helly kelly lyrics

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[ verse ]
when i walk down the street, traffic
when i murder with the flow, its graphic
all eyez on me, that’s cl-ssic
all the girls can’t rap, it’s tragic
when i hit it on the mic, it’s magic
in the studio with kidd, makin anthems
if your man call me, i won’t answer
but i holla right back if he’s handsome

d-mn son, that’s sneaky
-ss move, that’s cheeky
and i got connects no wifi
if you make a move we’re like nice try
cuz imma kick me down a b-tch, muay thai
dont be touchin on my drink, mai tai
i mean you could hang around thats my tie though
punchlines comin harder than mike tyson

i dont understand
you said that you was werkin
i saw your instastory
4am and you still twerkin
you even talk about your friends
how you wearin gl-sses but dem sh-t dont have no lens

[ chorus ]
she a h-lly kelly
girl’s a h-lly kelly
she ain’t got no vision so i call her
h-lly kelly

she a h-lly kelly
girl’s a h-lly kelly
she ain’t got no vision so i call her
h-lly kelly

[ verse ]
look at me like i’m a show, broadway
schmurda on the scene call me bobby
mi a slice you up, salami
so bila berjumpa jangan lupa to salam me
you lookin like harvey dent, two face
you copyin the blueprint, too fake
i am a testament, true faith
my bars h-t hard you will get a toothache

oh snap, did i hurt you
the bruises are to alert you
the boys like me, i got virtue
your boys not real they virtual
let me school you down, cl-sses
you’re like taylor swift, -ssless
buy expensive shoes , now your cashless
and tomorrow your phone’s barred on maxis

i dont understand
you said dat yous a boss
you always h-t the bank
but your account ain’t got no sauce
d-mn girl, you even talk about your mama
how you wearin contacts but dem sh-t dont have no power

[ chorus ]
she a h-lly kelly
girl’s a h-lly kelly
she ain’t got no vision so i call her
h-lly kelly

she a h-lly kelly
girl’s a h-lly kelly
she ain’t got no vision so i call her
h-lly kelly

when i get it, how i get it, do you get it, where i’m headed
that i do it for the duit, then dudes get mad
i want it so i wing it, only winnin never whinnin
i am winded, to remind em, who the best ya’ll ever had
who the best ya’ll ever had
all these b-tches gettin mad
cuz i’m takin all their bread

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