Hell Yeah

DJ Rapture

Jon Hart

Milla

Yes sir

Baby, oh, hell yeah

Hell yeah, I fuck me too

Baby, oh, hell yeah

Hell yeah, I fuck me too

Cause I fuck me too

I fuck me too

I fuck me too

Cause I fuck me too

I fuck me too

I fuck me too

Cause I fuck me too

I be stunting like my daddy

I even get it from my mammy

Broke bitches can't have me

30 Straps tossing they panties

I see her eyeing me too

I can tell she like how I move

No fugazi, it's all truth

Straight bossing don't get confused

All the girls in the club they say I'm cute

You know what it is

That broke shit I don't do

She wanna fuck with a real nigga so she choose

And if I was you

Hell yeah, I'd fuck me too

Baby, oh, hell yeah

Hell yeah, I fuck me too

Baby, oh, hell yeah

Hell yeah, I fuck me too

Cause I fuck me too

I fuck me too

I fuck me too

Cause I fuck me too

I fuck me too

I fuck me too

Cause I fuck me too

Your best friend, she would fuck me too

Give me brain like she just got out of school

To be real you lucky I chose you

To fuck with a real nigga, it's rare you in the loop

Compare coupes

All white paint, no white interior

Make the bitches delirious

Plus my credit is generous

Only bad bitches understand see

Baby, if I was you I would only fuck me

All the girls in the club they say I'm cute

You know what it is

That broke shit I don't do

She wanna fuck with a real nigga so she choose

And if I was you

Hell yeah, I'd fuck me too

Baby, oh, hell yeah

Hell yeah, I fuck me too