Hugh Hefner Lyrics – Nell Valero

Hugh Hefner Lyrics by Nell Valero

I want you to keep that
Real westside devil shìt
Yeaa, you is recording i f#ck with that
I got all these hoes though really that’s what it be

Yea that’s what they can’t stop
Real west side devil that’s what i be
All of these hoes you call me hugh hefner
You play with that money that’s like playing with the devil me and you on two different levels n#gg# walk out in public they snapping my pictures

Shoot it up with the left derek fisher
30 pointer my wrist & her finger
I’m a question your b#tch
Is she single?

How you think it’ll be when you f#cking with me
Gettin money the motion you asking?
Last summer i went and got tatted now i’m burning their head cause i’m tatted
I had to go get me a new hoe cause i realize my old one wasn’t freaky and nasty

Convertible roof on the ‘vette when you stop at the light and it’s gone panoramic
Nike the brand on my dick but i’m loaded with blues and they stuck to my hip
I ain’t typing it’s right off the rip she on top so i empty the clip
My diesels they style on your #ss me and muney on top we deserve us a chip

Got juvies around cross the map when we go out to eat we not leavin’ no tip
All of these hoes you call me hugh hefner
You play with that money that’s like playing with the devil me and you on two different levels n#gg# walk out in public they snapping my pictures
Shoot it up with the left derek fisher

30 pointer my wrist & her finger
I’m a question your b#tch
Is she single?
Too many faces i’m starting to get nervous

Shut the f#ck up ho you get on my nerves
That sh#t you talking that sh#t for the birds
I was down there had to sleep on the curb
They bust in the house i didn’t think that we make it

Pluto behind me they kno that he bleeding
I thought i died 2 shots to the head 4 of em to the leg but i was dreaming
She a junky for likes instagram she be feining
I f#cked a b#tch she was tatted i told her i love her i lied i didn’t even mean it

Take sh#t from us little boy you’re dreaming
My pocket stuff i fill em wit racks
Told my new york b#tch let’s go to iraq
My young n#gg# on go like a greenlight i’m pointing my fingers they ready.. attack

All of these hoes you call me hugh hefner
You play with that money that’s like playing with the devil me and you on two different levels n#gg# walk out in public they snapping my pictures
Shoot it up with the left derek fisher
30 pointer my wrist & her finger

I’m a question your b#tch
Is she single?
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Nell Valero Lyrics – Hugh Hefner

Nell Valero

Hugh Hefner