Hella Lyrics – Ken Car$on

Hella Lyrics by Ken Car$on

(Star Boy, you’re my hero)
Ayy, the higher I get the better
The longer I wait, she wetter
I could’ve f#cked her when I met her

I pop me a Perc’, just to settle
I f#cked that lil’ b#tch ’til she red, she was yellow
Shawty wan’ be my vamp, but she can’t be my Bella
n#gg#s say they got hoes, but see me, I got hella (Yeah)

Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella (Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Talkin’ ’bout hoes, I got hella
I ran up the racks on them fellas
I f#ck on that b#tch and then I prevail

I feel like a pimp, I just might go sell her
n#gg#s talking ’bout hoes, but they know I got hella
n#gg#s talking ’bout clothes, but they know I got hella (Yeah)
Hella, hella, hella, hella (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hella)

Hella, hella, hella, hella (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hella)
This b#tch do whatever I tell her
I f#ck her then send her to you, she won’t tell ya
Opium, b#tch, I serve like some mail

I served that lil’ boy and I ain’t use no scale, yeah
I run up the racks, you know I can’t fit ’em
I just got a pack, it came through the mail, yeah
Seven pounds of paraphernalia

If you ain’t got Cash App, I got Zelle, yeah
If I get caught, I got bail, yeah
b#tch, I got them racks, give a f#ck ’bout a jail, yeah
This b#tch wanna f#ck, you know I’m like, “Hell yeah”

I keep my Glock tucked, I’ll send you to hell, yeah
I keep my Glock tucked with one in the head
Let a n#gg# try it and he dead
Step on him like an insect

I pop me a molly and then I forget
I pop me a molly and then I forget
He thought I was lame, thought I wasn’t with the sh#ts
These n#gg#s be lame when it come to a b#tch

So I’ma get lame when it come to get rich
Hella sticks, licks, ‘Gielas, Ricks, licks, b#tch (Hella, yeah)
Talkin’ ’bout hoes, I got hella (Yeah)
I ran up the racks on them fellas (Yeah)

I f#ck on that b#tch and then I prevail (Yeah)
I feel like a pimp, I just might go sell her (Yeah)
n#gg#s talking ’bout hoes, but they know I got hella
n#gg#s talking ’bout clothes, but they know I got hella (I got hella)

Hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah, hella)
Hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah)
This b#tch do whatever I tell her
I f#ck her then send her to you, she won’t tell ya

Opium, b#tch, I serve like some mail
I served that lil’ boy and I ain’t use no scale, yeah
Ayy, the higher I get, the better (Ayy)
The longer I wait, she wetter (Oh yeah)

I could’ve f#cked her when I met her (Yeah)
I pop me a Perc’, just to settle (Oh yeah)
I f#cked that lil’ b#tch ’til she red, she was yellow (Yeah)
Shawty wan’ be my vamp, but she can’t be my Bella (Oh yeah)

n#gg#s say they got hoes, but see me, I got hella
Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella (Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella (Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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Ken Car$on Lyrics – Hella

Ken Car$on

Hella