Elles-Moca - Fck Boy

Ya ya ya ya Elles this elles that
Whose Elles anyways
I don't like Elles
Ya is that how You feel
All this hate gotta be worth something though
Its puroz till the death yeah

Ya ya fck Boy You can't hang
Ya ya dope money in the bag
Ya ya I think I got em mad
Ya ya shut up shut up ya ya...

I don't wanna hear shit no more bout I changed only thing
Switching is that cash galore
You'r girl's a hore and You'r Boy got me in his jaw's use to be poor
Now I'm eating what You mad at me for
This world is cold so I got colder started with a nugget
Now that thing look like a bolder
Chip on my shoulder what You tryna tell me
I swear I been through it all and never said please
Gimmie gimmie gimmie nigga I don't got no manner's
Just banger's dirty hammer's to nail coffin's with killer's
All round me which one wanna go...
Red light green light You don't want no smoke
Though some don't learn without a picture visual learner
So imma draw a picture
Roll up like ah swisher and deliver blood thicker then quaker
Ill take ya forsake ya heartbreaker

Ya ya fck Boy You can't hang
Ya ya dope money in the bag
Ya ya I think I got em mad
Ya ya shut up shut up ya ya...

Ya ya fck Boy You can't hang
Ya ya dope money in the bag
Ya ya I think I got em mad
Ya ya shut up shut up ya ya...

People always got something slick to say
They probably broke mad ugly wanna give me brain
Its ok I understand y'all heavy pain call a psychiatrist
Cause I can't help you mane
All imma do with this juice is make it worse
Cause the truth hurts and that's all give in my verse
Remember when I use to sell forty bottles with den
To get a buck now they can't believe what I pull up in
Ya ya I know now you my best friend
Ya ya where was You when I aint have shit
Everybody wanna get a piece like kit Kat
Stretching out their hands like we in yoga class
Fck up out my biz fck up out my biz why
You call the feds imma let it rinse
You gone scream an beg ask me to forgive
But I don't hear that shit I don't care bitch
You gone feel the strength
You gone feel the rush ashes to ashes dust to dust
Imma get it even if You don't like us keep ya hugs
Keep ya kisses and ya fake love

Ya ya fck Boy You can't hang
Ya ya dope money in the bag
Ya ya I think I got em mad
Ya ya shut up shut up ya ya

Ya ya fck Boy You can't hang
Ya ya dope money in the bag
Ya ya I think I got em mad
Ya ya shut up shut up ya ya...

Ya ya why don't you just get off my name huh
Quit having my name in ya mouth like some dick huh
I don't wanna hear shit no more
Its puroz that's it Elles Elles Elles Moca Moca Moca

Written by:
cheimene Davy

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