OGWAVEY - B3LLA

I don't give no fucks no more
Ella ella ay ay slaat
I don't give out love no more
Ella ella ay slaat
I cant even trust no more
Ella ella ay big brree
That fake love I don't want no more

Sweet one she looks like cinderella
Hey
Sweet one her lips taste like fruitella
Hey
Italian ting ciao bella ella
Hey
Go and get your bread up
Go and get your bread up

I'm on the block and I'm smoking on meds
Cant fuck with the opps I just leave em on read
He's talking so much don't believe what he's says
He's talking so much he must talk to the feds
Not hearing the shit I just bill up a next
Not hearing that shit I just come here to flex
Now I'm back in the zone I'm stepping on necks

In monaco skrt in a bentley
Rocking some LV and Fendi
Spraying this clip till its empty
My LMG ride in a bentley
No more nice guy I cant be friendly
No more new friends that shit get teccy
No more is I see dem boy envy
Big bro in cell do you really get me
Only my real gs really get me
I double and triple I'm hitting the top
Rockstar shit this not pop
My killys still pebbling rocks
I cant tell him to stop when he's getting the guap
Again
There talking my kindness for weakness
I not saving this thot I'm not Jesus
I got so many sons they want be us yea
Beann
My circle the squad full of leaders
Your gang and your squad full of leaches
I'm rocking away like the bleachers
Only the gang in my features
I'm with he gang cooking heaters
Look at your crep they are beaters
I step in the functions with geekers

Pick and choose
Do or die
Do this for my guys
Snooze you lose
Don't ask me why
Boy he got hit with the fire
I'm off the 2s don't ask me to drive
I am that villainous guy
I was born in june king gemini
Summer be feeling alright

Sweet one she looks like cinderella
Hey
Sweet one her lips taste like fruitella
Hey
Italian ting ciao bella ella
Hey
Go and get your bread up
Go and get your bread up

Written by:
James Vistro

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