Ella

Yeah we both know got some hatahs
I just wanna get to know you what's your name Ella
Where you stay Ella
I wanna play Ella
Body curvy got me swerving riding with no brakes Ella
Oye momma (momma)
Come with papa (papa)
Hop up in my whip and I'm gon drop the top off (yeah yeah)
Don't say nada (shhhh)
Get these commas (geyah)
She said I'm bout my paper I don't fuck with drama (fuck it)
It's been more than a couple of weeks eh
She a freak when we under the sheets eh
Her hips and her thighs n that look in her eyes whenever she speaking to me (whoooo)
The way that she moves in the streets is a trait that can only reside in a queen
She loves that I good at my kraft, it's making me cheddar thats making her cheese (ha ha)

Ive heard you been around the way Ella
Nowadays I don't believe what people say Ella
They wanna hate Ella (redo)
They can't relate Ella (redo)
So damn immature
And insecure
Love amateurs Ella
Oye momma
Fuck the drama(fuck it)
Hop up in my whip and we gon pop the top off
(Pop pop)
Don't say nada (shhh)
Let's stack these commas
She said I'm bout my paper I don't fuck with drama
Let's take a quick trip to LA ey
Get away for a couple of days ey
Watch bron beat them boys from the bay ey
Hop out of valet in a wraith
She likes being right on my hip, and she always shotgun when we up in the whip
She my ride or my die. Always right by my if a nigga wanna come and trip
Ain't no feeling like this and I'm loving this shit and when I hit u feel like a marina
Kept it real from the jump, wit One hit from the blunt n We laugh just like some Hyenas (ha ha)
You stay looking great, always brush off the hate, n I swear that they just wanna be us
They prick and they pry, n they making up lies
Shit will never ever come between us

Oye momma ya
Fuck the drama
Hop up in my whip and we gon
Pop the top off (pop pop)
Don't say nada
Let's stack these commas
She said I'm bout my paper I don't fuck with drama



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Writer(s): Alexander Davis
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