Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell Yeah, artist - WARHOL.SS. Date of issue: 01.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hell Yeah |
| A hundred on her |
| Bet one back, I put a hundred on her |
| Bet one back, I put a hundred on her |
| Ah, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy |
| Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy |
| Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy |
| Hundred thousand, count a hundred more |
| I told her, «Yeah, yeah, hell yeah,» ayy |
| Thugging through them trenches, boy, it’s hell here, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy |
| Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy |
| Dollar signs, I’m like, «Hell yeah» (Hell yeah) |
| Spin the block one more time, leave some shells there (Shells there), ayy |
| Hell yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy |
| We ain’t waste no time, ayy, bring the mail here |
| Chicken chicken, chicken chicken chicken, pockets fetti |
| I just threw up off two yerky’s, it wasn’t mom’s spaghetti |
| I got hoes from Atlanta to the Serengeti |
| And my uncle fried, Glock 9 tucked in the Pelle |
| Talking Pelle-Pelle, I’m the wavy one |
| I’m like Max and them, I’m like baby sun (Like Weezy) |
| Weezy and 'em, talking Hollygrove (Yeah) |
| Need more room in my section, I got a hundred hoes |
| Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy |
| Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy |
| Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy |
| Hundred thousand, count a hundred more |
| I told her, «Yeah, yeah, hell yeah,» ayy |
| Thugging through them trenches, boy, it’s hell here, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy |
| Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, uh |
| Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah |
| Fixed her form, finna fuck her in a chokehold |
| I ain’t got no time for broke hoes, that’s a no-no |
| I’m Cujo, big dog, wocky ain’t no Nuvo (Yeah) |
| We gon' knock this shit up out the park like Albert Pujoles |
| Ride Aventador, I tried to park it, it was too low |
| I’m fucking on two best friends, I think I need 'bout two more (Yeah) |
| All we do is good business, ain’t no fucking loopholes |
| I get high and go to Mars, call me Bruno |
| Check my phone, I got hoes callin' back-to-back, ayy |
| When I’m rapping, don’t need captions, I need bigger plaques |
| This brick became a lil' big, need a bigger axe |
| This bitch getting on my nerves, told the ho relax |
| We got Morton Groves, I need a factory (Yeah, yeah), uh |
| Need a thousand pints, uh, that’s a fantasy |
| Lame-ass nigga, boy, you can’t be no fan of me |
| All we do is big-ball, pop shit, profanity (Bitch) |
| Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy |
| Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy |
| Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy |
| Hundred thousand, count a hundred more |
| I told her, «Yeah, yeah, hell yeah,» ayy |
| Thugging through them trenches, boy, it’s hell here, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy |
| Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, uh |
| Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah, uh, hell yeah |