Twist
Ah
Bells Oliva
Yeah, you got Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the seeker, tell me (tell me dawg, tell me dawg)
You got Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the seeker tell me
Yeah, I am a street, I got feather Sotta making them believe
Feel the vibe show the way never craving to deceive
Tell them niggas rap stays in the blood, in the gene
I'm a hustler fuckin' blazing standing in the ring
Pop some bottles in the club fuck it
I make some cash make the niggas wanna know, asking
I got a Benz with the diva I'ma make them know me
I'm in the room writing lyrics stay at home lonely, show me
Got a bit of rest, call me this call me that I ain't depress
Life, a living boat, I am gonna skip to live unless
Why you fading work hard
And you come de vess, nigga no depress
Like Pull up in a Benz jiggy
I'm on a flow going high, see you can't beat me
I've got the code drop the cash we gonna racing
I flow and win, why me, why you tryna hate me, tell me
You got Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the seeker tell me
Yeah, look, you got Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the nigga, tell me
So we gotta slide (slide) glide (glide)
Don't give a "f" if she you're bride
A couple min she feeling the taste
Five - six min she minutes she already a paste aye
I done don stuff Lil nigga, mad stuff
I done shoot oops Lil nigga, a lot
Lock me in a cellar can't even try you Winnie fella
Welcome to my hood, hey Gringo walk in twos
You got the Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the nigga, tell me (tell me dawg, tell me dawg)
You got the Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the nigga, tell me (tell me dawg, tell me dawg)
Lock and load cadet
(Stick with me, this could get ugly)
Bells Oliva
Bells Oliva
Yeah, you got Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the seeker, tell me (tell me dawg, tell me dawg)
You got Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the seeker tell me
Yeah, I am a street, I got feather Sotta making them believe
Feel the vibe show the way never craving to deceive
Tell them niggas rap stays in the blood, in the gene
I'm a hustler fuckin' blazing standing in the ring
Pop some bottles in the club fuck it
I make some cash make the niggas wanna know, asking
I got a Benz with the diva I'ma make them know me
I'm in the room writing lyrics stay at home lonely, show me
Got a bit of rest, call me this call me that I ain't depress
Life, a living boat, I am gonna skip to live unless
Why you fading work hard
And you come de vess, nigga no depress
Like Pull up in a Benz jiggy
I'm on a flow going high, see you can't beat me
I've got the code drop the cash we gonna racing
I flow and win, why me, why you tryna hate me, tell me
You got Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the seeker tell me
Yeah, look, you got Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the nigga, tell me
So we gotta slide (slide) glide (glide)
Don't give a "f" if she you're bride
A couple min she feeling the taste
Five - six min she minutes she already a paste aye
I done don stuff Lil nigga, mad stuff
I done shoot oops Lil nigga, a lot
Lock me in a cellar can't even try you Winnie fella
Welcome to my hood, hey Gringo walk in twos
You got the Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the nigga, tell me (tell me dawg, tell me dawg)
You got the Bells Oliva on a twist with the maker
I'm the champ on the row, all my haters getting weaker
Call me legend got the money and the chain with the nigga, tell me (tell me dawg, tell me dawg)
Lock and load cadet
(Stick with me, this could get ugly)
Bells Oliva
Credits
Writer(s): Ahmed Ajibola Lala, Suiz
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