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Hyfr (Hell Ya Fucking Right) (Feat. Lil Wayne)

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Hyfr (Hell Ya Fucking Right) (Feat. Lil Wayne)

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All my exes live in Texas like I''m George StraitOr they go to Georgia State where-Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in AtlantaThat she only see when she feels obligatedAdmitted it to me the first time we datedBut she was no angel, and we never waitedI took her for sushi, she wanted to fuckSo we took it to go, told them don''t even plate itAnd we never talk too much after I blew upJust only "‘hello'" or "‘happy belated"And I think I text her and told her I made itAnd that''s when she text me and told me she prayed itAnd that''s when I text her and told her I love itAnd right after texting, told her I''m fadedShe askedWhat have I learned since getting richerI learned working with the negativesCould make for better picturesI learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixtureEven though it''s fucked up, girl, I''m still fucking with yaDamn, is it the fallTime for me to revisit the pastIt's women to callThere''s albums to drop, there''s liquor involvedThere''s stories to tell, we been through it allInterviews are like confessionsGet the fuck up out my dressing room,Confusing me with questionsLike:Do you love this shit?Are you high right now?Do you ever get nervous?Are you single?I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?You getting money?You think them niggas you with is wit'h you?And I say(And I say) Hell yeahHell yeah, hell yeahFuckin' rightFuckin' right, all right(And we say) Hell yeahHell yeah, hell yeahFuckin' rightFuckin' right, all rightSo much for being optimisticThey say love is in the air, so IHold my breath until my face turn purpleKeep a few bad bitches in my circleMy nuts hang like ain''t no curfewBitch if you wave, then I will surf youI flew jet, she flew commercialBut we still met, later that nightAfter my session, she came overI was aggressive, and she was soberI gave her pillsShe started confessing and started undressingAnd ask me to hold herAnd so I did, but that was last monthAnd now she''s texting me, asking for closureDamnShe say this shit gon' catch up to meI keep tissue paperWe eat each other whenever we at the dinner tableShe say she hate that she love meAnd she wish I was averageShit, sometimes I wish the sameAnd I wish she wasn''t marriedPromises, I hope I never break '‘emMet a female dragon, had a fire conversation butInterviews are like confessionsGet the fuck up out my bedroomConfusing me with questions likeDo you love this shit?Are you high right now?Do you ever get nervous?Are you single?I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?You getting money?You think them niggas you with is wit'h you?(And I say) Hell yeahHell yeah, hell yeahFuckin' rightFuckin right, all right(And we say) Hell yeahHell yeah, hell yeahFuckin' rightDamn right, all right(And we say) Hell yeahHell yeah, hell yeahFuckin' rightFuckin' right, all right(And we say) Hell yeahHell yeah, hell yeahFuckin' rightDamn right, all rightAw Yeah
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