My teeth rotten I be walking around like art the clown
Bitch think I got hoes, my phone drier than the desert
With GT Dan, we treat yo bitch just like a fan she got a frown
He better know his place or he get hit in his face, with Beretta
Wait I meant
My teeth rotten I be walking around like art the clown
With GT Dan, we treat yo bitch just like a fan she got a frown
Bitch, think I got hoes My phone drier than the desert
He better know his place or he get hit in his face, with Beretta
Yeah, I miss my ex, but Heather get so wetter
I might step in this bitch with my ice, change the weather
I ain't stressin bouta puta that's a never
I got red in the cup, don't talk to the devil
I just push the pedal in my Fanny, heavy metal
In my Fanny got a strap, I might blow that granny back
I went in too deep, might just give this bitch a heart attack
I got real exotics, yeah I walk around with artifacts
Yeah, I got exclusive shit, knock his head off in the pit
Me and yahmeen smokin' cigs, and we droppin' off like six
Like he in the matrix, dodgin' bullets, hittin' splits
I might up the Glock, do a blitz
Yo bitch suckin' sloppy, you would think she Hailey Welch
I just went through TSA, with contraband up in my belt
If I woke up as a opp, I would up it kill myself
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks, all up on my shelf
I can't film without my nic or drank
I'ma hit the bitch until she faint, then I head out to the bank
Posted up with TJ Bølt, f*ck it, blowin' up the vault
F*ck it, open up the safe, he been stuck in last place
I've been stuck in first, yeah my choppa get to work
He try and play me crazy, we gon' put him in the dirt
That bitch pulled out melee, stabbed my heart, and that shit hurt
That shit hurt fatal why this b!tch tryna do anal
I just give that bitch a faceful, yeah, she said my nut was tasteful
My bitch thick, she a plateful, eat that bitch up on the table
Yeah, your granny isn't stable, on her deathbed, pull the cable
Yo bitch suckin' sloppy, you would think she Haley Welch
I just went for TSA, contraband up in my belt
If I woke up as a opp, I would up it kill myself
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks all up on my shelf
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks all up on my shelf
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks all up on my shelf
All up on my shelf
Jøhnny Størm - Hailey Welch Lyrics
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My teeth rotten I be walking around like art the clown
Bitch think I got hoes, my phone drier than the desert
With GT Dan, we treat yo bitch just like a fan she got a frown
He better know his place or he get hit in his face, with Beretta
Wait I meant
My teeth rotten I be walking around like art the clown
With GT Dan, we treat yo bitch just like a fan she got a frown
Bitch, think I got hoes My phone drier than the desert
He better know his place or he get hit in his face, with Beretta
Yeah, I miss my ex, but Heather get so wetter
I might step in this bitch with my ice, change the weather
I ain't stressin bouta puta that's a never
I got red in the cup, don't talk to the devil
I just push the pedal in my Fanny, heavy metal
In my Fanny got a strap, I might blow that granny back
I went in too deep, might just give this bitch a heart attack
I got real exotics, yeah I walk around with artifacts
Yeah, I got exclusive shit, knock his head off in the pit
Me and yahmeen smokin' cigs, and we droppin' off like six
Like he in the matrix, dodgin' bullets, hittin' splits
I might up the Glock, do a blitz
Yo bitch suckin' sloppy, you would think she Hailey Welch
I just went through TSA, with contraband up in my belt
If I woke up as a opp, I would up it kill myself
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks, all up on my shelf
I can't film without my nic or drank
I'ma hit the bitch until she faint, then I head out to the bank
Posted up with TJ Bølt, f*ck it, blowin' up the vault
F*ck it, open up the safe, he been stuck in last place
I've been stuck in first, yeah my choppa get to work
He try and play me crazy, we gon' put him in the dirt
That bitch pulled out melee, stabbed my heart, and that shit hurt
That shit hurt fatal why this b!tch tryna do anal
I just give that bitch a faceful, yeah, she said my nut was tasteful
My bitch thick, she a plateful, eat that bitch up on the table
Yeah, your granny isn't stable, on her deathbed, pull the cable
Yo bitch suckin' sloppy, you would think she Haley Welch
I just went for TSA, contraband up in my belt
If I woke up as a opp, I would up it kill myself
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks all up on my shelf
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks all up on my shelf
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks all up on my shelf
All up on my shelf
Bitch think I got hoes, my phone drier than the desert
With GT Dan, we treat yo bitch just like a fan she got a frown
He better know his place or he get hit in his face, with Beretta
Wait I meant
My teeth rotten I be walking around like art the clown
With GT Dan, we treat yo bitch just like a fan she got a frown
Bitch, think I got hoes My phone drier than the desert
He better know his place or he get hit in his face, with Beretta
Yeah, I miss my ex, but Heather get so wetter
I might step in this bitch with my ice, change the weather
I ain't stressin bouta puta that's a never
I got red in the cup, don't talk to the devil
I just push the pedal in my Fanny, heavy metal
In my Fanny got a strap, I might blow that granny back
I went in too deep, might just give this bitch a heart attack
I got real exotics, yeah I walk around with artifacts
Yeah, I got exclusive shit, knock his head off in the pit
Me and yahmeen smokin' cigs, and we droppin' off like six
Like he in the matrix, dodgin' bullets, hittin' splits
I might up the Glock, do a blitz
Yo bitch suckin' sloppy, you would think she Hailey Welch
I just went through TSA, with contraband up in my belt
If I woke up as a opp, I would up it kill myself
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks, all up on my shelf
I can't film without my nic or drank
I'ma hit the bitch until she faint, then I head out to the bank
Posted up with TJ Bølt, f*ck it, blowin' up the vault
F*ck it, open up the safe, he been stuck in last place
I've been stuck in first, yeah my choppa get to work
He try and play me crazy, we gon' put him in the dirt
That bitch pulled out melee, stabbed my heart, and that shit hurt
That shit hurt fatal why this b!tch tryna do anal
I just give that bitch a faceful, yeah, she said my nut was tasteful
My bitch thick, she a plateful, eat that bitch up on the table
Yeah, your granny isn't stable, on her deathbed, pull the cable
Yo bitch suckin' sloppy, you would think she Haley Welch
I just went for TSA, contraband up in my belt
If I woke up as a opp, I would up it kill myself
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks all up on my shelf
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks all up on my shelf
I got stacks of weed, pills, racks all up on my shelf
All up on my shelf
Writer: Johnny Colon
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