Travis Porter
Travis Porter - Hell You Talmbout lyrics
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Hit da club jump tha whole line Hell you talmbout Fuck a quarter ee get da whole pound Hell you talmbout Said that I aint got it on me right now Hell you talmbout Fuck around tha whole hood hold me down Hell you talmbout Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout What da hell you talmbout Travis Porter hit tha limit zone 6 kickin it Got tha bad girls feelin it Travis Porter, Waka, Frenchie, man this shit ridiculous Drop that turnt up and got tha whole club feeling this Riverdale to East Atlanta man I know you sick of it O lets do it stayin on some pimpin shit Never know what Imma say tha way that I be flippin it Never got a hit, man, the way that I be pitching it Hit da club jump tha whole line Hell you talmbout Fuck a quarter ee get da whole pound Hell you talmbout Said that I aint got it on me right now Hell you talmbout Fuck around tha whole hood hold me down Hell you talmbout Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout What da hell you talmbout What tha hell you talking bout? I don't think you understand I got stacks on top of stacks my wallet is rubberbands F.R.E.N.C.H.I.E. I said in my last rhyme this is tha las time That a nigga try me Squad and Travis Porter lets get this game in order Still dunking with Waka Flame crusin in your daughter A hundred nigga at tha door but Imma jump tha line I aint got no time to wait PATIENCE COME WITH TIME I might dress this way but don't take it wrong What you think they call me Ali for I'll crack your dome Oh my god so don't come at wrong Travis and So Icey we like 5-0 strong Oh my god Oh my god So I suggest you not tha whole East Atlanta with me what tha you talmbout Gettin money, gettin money, all these niggas talk about I aint never flexed up in my song HELL YOU TALMBOUT Hit da club jump tha whole line Hell you talmbout Fuck a quarter ee get da whole pound Hell you talmbout Said that I aint got it on me right now Hell you talmbout Fuck around tha whole hood hold me down Hell you talmbout Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout What da hell you talmbout All tha way turnt up Drank forth, jumpin on the furniture Breakfast at tha waffle house 20 sausage biscuits Hold up excuse ma'am what come on a sausage biscuit Hold up freeze let me get my team Call my nigga Flocka tell him bring tha whole thing Now who tha hell you talmout? Who tha hell are you? Say you got a pistol Who tha hell you gonna shoot? I love tha way they run their mouth My name is always their mouth I'll have them run up in your house If I was you I'd watch my mouth Guallos in my wallet I got guallos in my pocket I GOT M-O-N-E-Y Reppin Brick Squad till I die In tha club high yes I'm always fresh and fly Man I'm fly like bird, cuz I'm high like a plane It can be tha first of June I can bring May back Hell you talmbout have them goons runnin asap Hit da club jump tha whole line Hell you talmbout Fuck a quarter ee get da whole pound Hell you talmbout Said that I aint got it on me right now Hell you talmbout Fuck around tha whole hood hold me down Hell you talmbout Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout What da hell you talmbout