متن و پخش آهنگ Hellcat Kenny (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) از Young Thug

متن کامل ترانه Hellcat Kenny (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) با صدای Young Thug

Wake up, filthy Yeah, turn up Yeah Hellcat Kenny, yeah, I'ma fuck your bitch (ah) Demon child, I could get your mama rich (graah, graah) Got no problem gettin' in yo sisters kid (bow, bow, bow) Got no problem gettin' all yo children lit (on God, yeah) Hellcat Kenny, this a fuckin' jet (yeah) I been in the trenches givin' everything back (everything back) You could ask my homies and my goddamn hoes All this muhfuckin' money off my shows, off of the road (road) Put these boys on spoke, for fifty, he gone broke (grrah) Hellcat the folks, suck me out my clothes Shawty came with force (force) Fuck lil' homie claimin'? Keep that on the porch (ha) (Yeah) I just spent half a million dollars on the superbowl (no lie) I just bought a ring, cost a superbowl (goddamn) I just bought some lean worth a superbowl (goddamn) (pew) I just flood her cream, ain't no supersoak (huh, huh, woo) I'ma big player, you got foreign spell (yeah) I came in your bed, I drink only red (red) Yeah, killer head (killer) She killin' shit (yeah, yeah) Fuck her man I'm just tellin' you what the broad said I'm whippin' the Benz, no cam on that bitch And that's all that he said (that's all that he said) I'm fuckin' that bitch in the layup I didn't even know she was player (damn) Oh, that's your shrimp? He dressin' in Armani, huh Oh, that's your bitch? I didn't just wanna hit I'm jumpin' the fence, I came with the— ayy-ayy-ayy Ain't nothin' wrong with a man or a zombie, he never gon' play (on god) Yeah, come in the crack, and she real bad And she real snatched, never go bad, never gon' cap Fuck a dispatch (Fuck a dispatch) Pull up a MAC, think you better than me, then you smoke crack I got the racks, if I go broke then she never come back None of these niggas, they statin' the facts Fuckin' that bitch, do it right from the back Most of these niggas, they loyal, hmm I ain't even gotta look, turnin' my back Some of these niggas, I heard they be rats I walk around with three million in my bag I put the birds in the back of a track' Cat on my car, but this shit not a jag' My bitch, she's a frea-ea-ea-eak (yeah) She beggin' me just to come piss in her crack (uh) I looked at her crazy, I never did' that This my first time doin' that and I did it We pray to the baby 'cause money religion We don't hold no grudges 'cause business is business, bitch Huh? What? (We pray to the baby 'cause money religion) (We don't hold no grudges, business is business, like) (We don't hold no grudges, business is business) Bitch ♪