Listen to Hella Bay (feat. Mistah F.A.B.) by Mobby Rosas

Hella Bay (feat. Mistah F.A.B.)

Mobby Rosas

Hip-Hop/Rap

6 Shazams

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robinson Patrick Rosas
Robinson Patrick Rosas
Performer
Stanley Petey Cox
Stanley Petey Cox
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robinson Patrick Rosas
Robinson Patrick Rosas
Songwriter
Stanley Petey Cox
Stanley Petey Cox
Songwriter

Lyrics

Uh, Mobby My Phone 'bouta die I'm back up in this mug, get some giggin' done (Yee) Hella bay, hella bay Back up in this mug, get some giggin' done (Get stupid) Hella bay, hella bay Back up in this mug, get some giggin' done (Yee) See you on ya phone, who ya clickin' for? Dry snitchin' when you call to get ya folks (Rat) Instagram'd it live, when they hit ya home (Thats opp' shit) Hella bay (Yee) hella bay Hella bay (Yee) hella bay Hella bay, hella bay I'm going out like a renegade (Renegade) Bernie lean sippin' on lemonade (Lemonade) Bernie lean sippin' on lemonade (Lemonade) Hit the bird fly like an avocet Drippin' like stupid, I'm dipped you ain't half as wet Bernie lean (Yeah) Bernie lean (Yeah) In the Bay yadadamean (Yadddamean) Stupid dumb when I'm gettin' hyphy Yikin' on the dance floor with wifey (Uh) Berkeley bear they don't make 'em like me (West Berkeley) Raza militant word to Spike Lee (Yeah) Fuck them suckers I wish they'd try me (Wish they would) Dej Loaf with that mac 90 (Brrrt) Cha cha be smooth with it (Ugh) Cha cha be smooth with it (Ugh) Cha cha be smooth with it (Ugh) Ugh ugh ugh ugh (Cha cha be smooth with it) Hit them folks (Aye) hit them folks (Aye) Hit them folks (Aye) hit them folks (Aye) Hit the store, get some 'potes Blow the dice, what it's hittin' for? (What it's hit for) Hella bay hella bay Hella bay hella bay (Bonar) (West Berkeley) hella bay hella bay (West Berkeley) hella bay hella bay Bounce out with that chopper That's how it look when I'm ghost riding (Brrrt) Plankin' like it's for Vine But it's really yo folks dying (Boop-boop-boop) Body wigglin' when I shoot you with the heat Yappy hit 'em made 'em Juju on the beat (Boop-boop) Gave 'em rhythm got the juice, Tupac in me Fate was written bruh you knew prophecy Set trippin' throw up hand signs (Bonar) We was all raised by our grandmas That's thug shit, you underhand us We blow the fuck up like landmines Lil' wodie thuggin' got the 40 on him Tell 'em go he bustin' give the Rollie cousin (Yo ante up) Short stoppin' then we porch hoppin' Kickin' doors down ain't no door knockin' (Kick that shit) Get the money bounce when we found it tucked Hit the shmoney dance while I count it up (Yeah) Bruh in and out of that county dump 'Til that chain gang had him bounded up (Chain gang) Hella bay hella bay (Hella bay hella bay yee) Hella bay hella bay (Hella bay hella bay yee) Hella bay hella bay (Hella bay hella bay) (Bonar shit) hella bay hella bay (Hella bay hella bay) Hella bay hella bay (Yo run yo mother fucking pockets) (West Berkeley) hella bay hella bay (West Berkeley shit) Hella bay hella bay (Bonar) Hella bay hella bay (Hella bay hella bay) I go a little crazy Nah, I don't let nothing phase me Trappin' like my name Lil Baby My hood like lil' Haiti 'Hip me to 7-Eleven lemme grab a Pack of woods I don't even smoke Lil' bad bitch do when she get high On the dick man she love to choke I'm about green just like an artichoke (Artichoke) Or should I say man an avocado Rollie rocky like its Colorado (Colorado) Ain't no cups we sippin' out the bottle (Out the bottle) Bad bitch she could be a model And she ride the dick like a Mazzi throttle Nigga five oh four when she wobble wobble Her favorite rapper Mozzy and she going bladah Bladadah bladadah I might just Louie and Prada her, heard that my patna fucked Ooh shit, well he out of luck 'Cause if she ride with me then she got to suck Pimp nigga got her out her bucks Fly nigga like I'm dressing out a tux We ain't gotta shoot we can get 'em up (Money money) Money low you should get it up, she said You should come and see me For once, I never visit her But want me to go raw bitch you Must be nuts, you might got chlamydia Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, where is Lydia? All on her facetime, watch how I'm hittin' her Watch she gon' lick it up, strip club strip club tippin' her Throw it and throw it I bet she gon' pick it up Hella bay...
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