HE HE Lyrics
Balling on these n***** I feel like I’m Kobe
N***** talking on me wish these n***** know me
Hands down pull up on that n**** leave him holy
All my n***** pull up on that n**** like a goalie C
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Call up my woodie
Call up my Brodie
Call up the gang
Call up the homie
We going out
We on the track
Call up the gang
We coming back
He
I got da swisha
He he
I’m running fashion
He he
Pull up I’m laughing
He he
Hop in the whip
He he
N**** I’m crashing
He he
I’m in the whip
He
Might cop the wagon
Might cop the wagon
Pants they be sagging
Pull up we swagging
Pull up he lagging
I’m in the game
Ain’t talking madden
N***** is lame
Pull up I’m bragging
N***** they be talking bout clone come and clone this dick
N***** they talking bout up come and up this stick
N**** he try I promise that n**** get hit
Punching on n***** we punching on n***** like bricks
Hop off the rope
Shawty she mad
Dick in Her throat
Top of hill
I give her hope
I’m in da snatch
Cleaner den soap
And we got
a Hundred
a Hundred
a Hundred
a Hundred
a Hundred
a Hundred of racks
That mean we got too much damn money I pull up and hiding it all I ain’t paying no tax
And all of my shawtys they cute and they mean and I got collection I ain’t talking Bratz
I ain’t talking bratz I got me some racks I might hit from the back put my thumb in her crack
Call up my woodie
Call up my Brodie
Call up the gang
Call up the homie
We going out
We on the track
Call up the gang
We coming back
He he
He he
He he
He he
He he
He he