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hola! - $teven cannon lyrics

[intro]
(let’s go, tayo)
qué pasó, my n*gga?
aye

[chorus]
all i gotta tell her b*tch is “hola!”

you and me we stick together this a co*op
she said i’m sick she probably think i got ebola, d*mn

[verse 1]
all i gotta tell her b*tch is “hola!”
all i gotta tell her b*tch is “hola!”
shorty fire know she got it from her mama
what we doin’? i can take you to the casa
aye, when i seen that girl i was like ooh, la
with all that teaching better stop before i show out
b*tch i’m high i got a wood full of yoda
naked b*tches working with me in my grow up
b*tch, i be balling like my eyelids
just bought a rollie and these n*ggas got like five kids
i told my shorty b*tch exactly where the nine is
and she popped it, she popped it, she popped it, she popped, n*gga
aye, no i ain’t gone stop till i’m on top, n*gga
aye, no she ain’t gone stop to lose the top, n*gga
i ain’t f*cking with these n*ggas, these opps n*gga
cause i’m focused on these hoes and these model b*tches
when i say she gon’ do it like nike
snowman with all this icy, i icy
i’m like giannis in the paint with all these f*cking bucks
try to take the sh*t from me, you should try your luck, n*gga
[chorus]
all i gotta tell her b*tch is “hola!”
in my car we get to blowin’ on that mota
you and me we stick together this a co*op
she said i’m sick she probably think i got ebola, d*mn
all i gotta tell her b*tch is “hola!”
in my car we get to blowin’ on that mota
you and me we stick together this a co*op
she said i’m sick she probably think i got ebola, d*mn

[verse 2]
sh*t, we might f*ck around and go to cabo
real friend, i need both, that’s a combo
thirty thousand on the watch, ain’t wastin’ time, though
i know these b*tches probably pickin’ through my blindfolds
i got the benz in the garage, but n*ggas need more
on my gta, sh*t, i got the cheat codes
couple b*tches in my bed, that’s a freak show
i rather f*ck with famous hoes than these weak hoes
so fire, i might give a b*tch a heat stroke
going wild, n*ggas turning into steve*o
i know b*tches tryna see this d*ck in 3*d
got a visa, call the flights just to see me
b*tch, i’m higher than a pilot
if a girl trippin’ on me, then it’s bye b*tch
famous b*tches always tryna be my sidekick
but they always f*ckin’ fightin’ with my side b*tch
[chorus]
all i gotta tell her b*tch is “hola!”
in my car we get to blowin’ on that mota
you and me we stick together this a co*op
she said i’m sick she probably think i got ebola, d*mn
all i gotta tell her b*tch is “hola!”
in my car we get to blowin’ on that mota
you and me we stick together this a co*op
she said i’m sick she probably think i got ebola, d*mn

- teven cannon lyrics

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