Bella Bahhs Power Hall Lyrics
Power Hall by Bella Bahhs
I'm so Chi, never bashful
Watch my watch glow
Can't see the time
Where did time go?
Timeless flow
Time flies
Time Traveler
They love her
Bella the rapper
Westside steppin'
Bella the dancer
Wrap the blunt after
Make that a Vega
Then write a paper
Life's what you make her
Me, my own maker
Making the greatest music creations
Talk of the nation
Yeah
That Derrick Rose flow
But I ain't flakin' on my team
I let them hoes know
And I ain't sittin' out no games
I let them shots go
Or throw them bows though
You let them thots go
In yo pockets
You a clown
You fuckin Bozo
I'm pushin' work
I need a fuckin bulldozer
Still go to work with a fuckin hangover
That Youthful shit
Nigga I hate being sober
Hate being sober so I inhale
Just to exhale
Exit hell
Got the devil on my coattail
Wanna buy my soul
Nigga no sale
Nigga no go
Nah I can't go
Not for no gold
You keep yo chains
I be like Django
You keep them chained
I be that Django
You can't buy my soul nigga
And I bet I never fold
But I bet I still go gold
I'm from the Go so all I know is hustle
Cause all we knew was struggle
Niggas ain't toss they tassles
No work slacks, the work never slacks though
Kept the stacks in a duffle
Young niggas stay in trouble when all they stomach rumble
Like let's get ready to rumble
Niggas don't hear you when you mumble
Fuck that humble shit
And fuck that rapping bitch
Yeah fuck that rappin bitch that you know
You know she ain't beenmo this cold
Should've named the song Bring It On
Be like "Burr, it's cold in here must be Bella Bahh's the beat massacre"
Must be Bella bod got hoes insecure
With my brogods
Never singular
Might go sing a verse out in Singapore
Might go steal some merch bring it to the poor
Like Robin Hood
Never rob the hood
Always feed the homies like Fresh Goods
This that Dope Boy Magic
Y'all some fuckin addicts
We them fuckin Leaders
Y'all just fuckin tweeters
Y'all be fuckin tweakin
Like "Did she really hack Fox News?
Is Phil_My_Lyrics her boo?
Why her tweets so cruel?
The fuck you mean her arms grew?
Welcome to Power Hall
We get our party on
After our studies done
No it ain't for everyone
This college shit
Tuition high as shit
Need ten scholarships to pay for half of it
Now ain't that bout a bitch?
Shit is ridiculous
They still oppressing us and dress it up and call if freedom
We ain't dumb
Aint nothing free and slavery, it still aint done
Let's undress this shit that they call tuition
Nigga can't afford it, nigga no admission
So nigga no go
Tuition be that Jim Crow
The new literacy test
They don't expect us to pass
But I got something for that ass
I got an A in every class
Making my ancestors glad
But I make the massah mad
Bet I make the massah mad
When I get my master's
Free at last
Free at last
Watch my watch glow
Can't see the time
Where did time go?
Timeless flow
Time flies
Time Traveler
They love her
Bella the rapper
Westside steppin'
Bella the dancer
Wrap the blunt after
Make that a Vega
Then write a paper
Life's what you make her
Me, my own maker
Making the greatest music creations
Talk of the nation
Yeah
That Derrick Rose flow
But I ain't flakin' on my team
I let them hoes know
And I ain't sittin' out no games
I let them shots go
Or throw them bows though
You let them thots go
In yo pockets
You a clown
You fuckin Bozo
I'm pushin' work
I need a fuckin bulldozer
Still go to work with a fuckin hangover
That Youthful shit
Nigga I hate being sober
Hate being sober so I inhale
Just to exhale
Exit hell
Got the devil on my coattail
Wanna buy my soul
Nigga no sale
Nigga no go
Nah I can't go
Not for no gold
You keep yo chains
I be like Django
You keep them chained
I be that Django
You can't buy my soul nigga
And I bet I never fold
But I bet I still go gold
I'm from the Go so all I know is hustle
Cause all we knew was struggle
Niggas ain't toss they tassles
No work slacks, the work never slacks though
Kept the stacks in a duffle
Young niggas stay in trouble when all they stomach rumble
Like let's get ready to rumble
Niggas don't hear you when you mumble
Fuck that humble shit
And fuck that rapping bitch
Yeah fuck that rappin bitch that you know
You know she ain't beenmo this cold
Should've named the song Bring It On
Be like "Burr, it's cold in here must be Bella Bahh's the beat massacre"
Must be Bella bod got hoes insecure
With my brogods
Never singular
Might go sing a verse out in Singapore
Might go steal some merch bring it to the poor
Like Robin Hood
Never rob the hood
Always feed the homies like Fresh Goods
This that Dope Boy Magic
Y'all some fuckin addicts
We them fuckin Leaders
Y'all just fuckin tweeters
Y'all be fuckin tweakin
Like "Did she really hack Fox News?
Is Phil_My_Lyrics her boo?
Why her tweets so cruel?
The fuck you mean her arms grew?
Welcome to Power Hall
We get our party on
After our studies done
No it ain't for everyone
This college shit
Tuition high as shit
Need ten scholarships to pay for half of it
Now ain't that bout a bitch?
Shit is ridiculous
They still oppressing us and dress it up and call if freedom
We ain't dumb
Aint nothing free and slavery, it still aint done
Let's undress this shit that they call tuition
Nigga can't afford it, nigga no admission
So nigga no go
Tuition be that Jim Crow
The new literacy test
They don't expect us to pass
But I got something for that ass
I got an A in every class
Making my ancestors glad
But I make the massah mad
Bet I make the massah mad
When I get my master's
Free at last
Free at last