Young Thug - Hellcat Kenny (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Hellcat Kenny (en) Lyrics
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Hellcat Kenny, yeah, I'ma
fuck your bitch (Ah)
Demon child, I can get your
mama rich (Raow, raow)
Got no problem gettin' in yo' sister's
kid (Baow, baow, baow)
Got no problem gettin' all yo'
children lit (On God, yeah)
Hellcat Kenny, this a
fuckin' jet (Yeah)
I been in the trenches givin' everythin'
back (Everythin' back)
You can ask my homies and
my goddamn hoes (Yeah)
All this motherfuckin' money
off my shows (What?),
off of the road (Road)
Put these boys on spoke (Hey)
For fifty, he gone broke (Grah)
Hellcat the folks, suck
me out my clothes
Shawty came with force (What?)
Fuck lil' homie claimin'? Keep
that on the porch (Ha), damn
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)
I just felt her cream, ain't no
SuperSoak' (Huh, huh, woo)
I'm a big player, you got
foreign spell (Yeah)
I came in your bed, I
drink only red (Red)
Yeah, killer head (Kill), she
killin' shit (Grrah, yeah)
Fuck her man, I'm just tellin' you
what the broad said (Bawk)
Yeah, 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
lair, I didn't even know she
was player (Woah, damn)
Oh, that's your shrimp? He dressin'
in Armani (Ha), huh
Oh, that's your bitch? I didn't
just wanna hit (Didn't
even wanna hit her)
I'm jumpin' the fence, I came with the,
"Ayy-ayy-ayy" (Grah, grah-grah)
Ain't nothin' wrong with a
man or a zombie, he never
gon' play (On God, yeah)
Yeah, cum in the crack and she was bad
And she was snatched, never gon' cap
Fuck a dispatch (Fuck a dispatch)
Pull up a map, think you better
than me, then you smoke crack
(Then you smoke crack)
I got the racks, if I go broke
then she never come back
None of these niggas, they
spittin' the facts
Fuckin' that bitch, do it
right from the back
Most of my niggas, they loyal, huh
I ain't even gotta look,
turnin' my back (Yeah)
Some of these niggas out
here, 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 is a frea-ea-
ea-eak (Yeah, yeah)
She beggin' me just to come
piss in her crack
I looked at her crazy, I
never did that (Huh?)
This my first time doin'
that and I did it
We pray to the bank because
money religion
We don't hold no grudges 'cause business
is business, bitch (Yeah, huh?)
(We pray to the bank because
money religion)
(We don't hold no grudges,
business is business)
(Like, we don't hold no grudges,
business is business)
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