kaysolo heliman şarkı sözleri

(Yeah, woo) Huh, you outside, don't get rolled up (Uh, uh) Yeah, we on the side (Side) Yeah, you was outside, yeah, you was outside all again (Phew) I got the front door locked, (Woo) uh, you ain't comin' in, hehe Bag after bag, on the week (Yeah) Bend after bend, I can't sleep (Bend after bend) Yeah, real geek man, I'm a geek (Yeah), huh-uh (Eh) Yeah, huh, stop sayin' all that spill, huh, stop sayin' you so real, uh Stop sayin' you get money, yeah (Woah), you ain't never see no deal, uh You say you kill everybody (Shh), you ain't never see no kill, huh I like bein' on private jets, 'cause I don't even like feelin' real And we send 'em sideways, and we send 'em sideways And we send 'em goin' out the front door on holidays Yeah, we get you fucked up, on curbs or on the line way Yeah, we get you fucked up, get bent like an archway (Ah, hey, hey) Bitch, I'm on the beach again, got two Ms, I'm like eats again (Hey, hey) I been on these flights again, they might as well call me "Heliman" (Woo, woo) They say I do it different, I told that bitch, I say, "Ain't elegant" They say I do it different, yeah, I got too rich, I'm like, "Yeah, man" You ain't never see my side, huh, you ain't never see my side (What?) You ain't never see my shooter (Hold up), huh, you ain't never see my view, huh I pull up two by two, eh, I pull up two by two, eh I ain't even need no reason, I'm gon' pull up, dude, eh They say they wanna chop it like us, yeah, they not no head, man (Chop) Yeah we get you X'd out on the cross, yeah, not no red (Cross) Someone's outside, we got big trucks and big guns (Err) They ask where I came from, I'm the holy one Put it on the sun, put it on the moon, yeah Tell me what the f*ck you do before you gonna do it Tell me how the f*ck I look before you ever suit it I forgot this money on me, I don't ever pursue it (Yeah) Huh, you outside, don't get rolled up (Uh, uh) Yeah, we on the side (Side) Yeah, you was outside, yeah, you was outside all again (Phew) I got the front door locked, (Woo) uh, you ain't comin' in, hehe Bag after bag, on the week (Yeah) Bend after bend, I can't sleep (Bend after bend) Yeah, real geek man, I'm a geek (Yeah), huh-uh (Eh) Yeah, huh, stop sayin' all that spill, huh, stop sayin' you so real, huh Stop sayin' you get money, yeah (Woah), you ain't never see no deal, huh You say you kill everybody (Yeah, shh), you ain't never see no kill, huh I like bein' on private jets, 'cause I don't even like feelin' real And we send 'em sideways, and we send 'em sideways And we send 'em goin' out the front door on holidays Yeah, we get you fucked up, on curbs or on the line way Yeah, we get you fucked up, get bent like an archway (Ah, hey, hey) Bitch, I'm on the beach again, got two Ms, I'm like eats again (Hey, hey) I been on these flights again, they might as well call me "Heliman" (Woo, woo) They say I do it different, I told that bitch, I say, "Ain't elegant" They say, "I do it different", yeah, I got too rich, I'm like, "Yeah, man" You ain't never see my side, huh, you ain't never see my side (What?) You ain't never see my shooter (Hold up), huh, you ain't never see my view, huh I pull up two by two, eh, I pull up two by two, eh I ain't even need no reason, I'm gon' pull up, dude, eh (Chop) (Cross) (Err)
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