CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hills
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Twenty bands in each pocket
Forty bands b*t*h I’m big ballin'
Shorty top me up no stallin
Shoot up to the sky like a rocket
Got a new house in the hills
Shorty love me and my bills
I don’t give a f**k about how you feel (yeah)
I don’t give a f**k about how you feel (yeah)
Shorty used to clown me, yeah she told me I was lame, then I pulled up in a big body, fatass mulanne
Fatass' mulsanne' got that four wheel drive
b*t*h I’m brown but I’m still mobbing with my gang all the time (yeah)
Twenty-five eight, seven-eleven (yeah)
Spitting more verse than a reverend (yeah)
Your n***a he shop at the west end (yeah)
All of my diamonds send a message (yeah)
Diamonds they sparkle and shine (yeah)
Shorty you ran out of time (yeah)
I’m the best you ever had in your life
Run through your friends in my white Nike's yeah
Two bad b*t*hes, two bad b*t*hes, four
Two four five six, need ten more
Young brown boy still wipe his nose
When I pull up they all on they toes (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shorty got me in my mode (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, put the Moncler on my coat (yeah)
Put 100k on my outfit
b*t*h I’m 18 I ain't out yet
Night time riding with the owls (yeah)
Porsche push out the miles (yeah)
b*t*hes love HE77 like Sosa
f**k her and giver her samosa
Shorty seen me getting closer
Shorty walked through, lift my doors up
Twenty bands in each pocket
Forty bands b*t*h I’m big ballin'
Shorty top me up no stallin
Shoot up to the sky like a rocket
Got a new house in the hills
Shorty love me and my bills
I don’t give a f**k about how you feel (yeah)
I don’t give a f**k about how you feel (yeah)
Shorty used to clown me, yeah she told me I was lame, then I pulled up in a big body, fatass mulanne
Fatass mulsanne got that four wheel drive
b*t*h I’m brown but I’m still mobbing with my gang all the time (yeah)
Oh yeah
Twenty bands in each pocket
Forty bands b*t*h I’m big ballin'
Shorty top me up no stallin
Shoot up to the sky like a rocket
Got a new house in the hills
Shorty love me and my bills
I don’t give a f**k about how you feel (yeah)
I don’t give a f**k about how you feel (yeah)
Shorty used to clown me, yeah she told me I was lame, then I pulled up in a big body, fatass mulanne
Fatass' mulsanne' got that four wheel drive
b*t*h I’m brown but I’m still mobbing with my gang all the time (yeah)
Twenty-five eight, seven-eleven (yeah)
Spitting more verse than a reverend (yeah)
Your n***a he shop at the west end (yeah)
All of my diamonds send a message (yeah)
Diamonds they sparkle and shine (yeah)
Shorty you ran out of time (yeah)
I’m the best you ever had in your life
Run through your friends in my white Nike's yeah
Two bad b*t*hes, two bad b*t*hes, four
Two four five six, need ten more
Young brown boy still wipe his nose
When I pull up they all on they toes (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shorty got me in my mode (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, put the Moncler on my coat (yeah)
Put 100k on my outfit
b*t*h I’m 18 I ain't out yet
Night time riding with the owls (yeah)
Porsche push out the miles (yeah)
b*t*hes love HE77 like Sosa
f**k her and giver her samosa
Shorty seen me getting closer
Shorty walked through, lift my doors up
Twenty bands in each pocket
Forty bands b*t*h I’m big ballin'
Shorty top me up no stallin
Shoot up to the sky like a rocket
Got a new house in the hills
Shorty love me and my bills
I don’t give a f**k about how you feel (yeah)
I don’t give a f**k about how you feel (yeah)
Shorty used to clown me, yeah she told me I was lame, then I pulled up in a big body, fatass mulanne
Fatass mulsanne got that four wheel drive
b*t*h I’m brown but I’m still mobbing with my gang all the time (yeah)
