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Ello Video (MV)




Performed By: Tengu
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Timothy James




Tengu - Ello Lyrics




Hahaha
Yeah

You claiming you want honesty
Okay
Better be able to handle the truth then

All for fun come in the game raw
Sharper than chainsaws
Stuck in the brain pause
A minute to break walls
Say the flow sick then you ain't wrong
I be blasting targets like A bombs wait
You sunk the eight ball he's not breathing great god
Told you don't step to me with the hate dog
Oh well
I'll continue to sate broads
They like my wit and confidence
Plus my thang long

Hahaha
Shit

Never threatened by gats or bloodstains
If it's your first time here let me just say

Ello on the surface I may seem mellow
But the heart is hard as stone by comparison you're jello
Armies retreat as thunderous speech bellows
Save yourself the pain walk away you hatin' fellows
Yeah no shit I'm a prick but sick with the hits
Mission is grips of bitches drippin' like showers on the fritz
Here to stir the pot disregarding dirty thoughts
Youngin gunnin' for the top won't stop till I got thirty yachts

What do you mean your rap career's in danger
Haha
Fool please I ain't even in my prime yet
Quiet yeah leaving critics silent
Would've stole your bitch but she be kinda wide set
Got the money making mindset
Determined to conquer 'fore reaper announces my death
Few close calls but it's not time yet
Too many chances for my people to supply checks
And they could never deny it
In my old age with the goats like where the time went

Never threatened by gats or bloodstains
If it's your first time here let me just say

Ello on the surface I may seem mellow
But the heart is hard as stone by comparison you're jello
Armies retreat as thunderous speech bellows
Save yourself the pain walk away you hatin' fellows
Yeah no shit I'm a prick but sick with the hits
Mission is grips of bitches drippin' like showers on the fritz
Here to stir the pot disregarding dirty thoughts
Youngin gunnin' for the top won't stop till I got thirty yachts

And shout out to the greats
It's a shame that these glorified drug addicts piss on the art that you gave
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Hahaha
Yeah

You claiming you want honesty
Okay
Better be able to handle the truth then

All for fun come in the game raw
Sharper than chainsaws
Stuck in the brain pause
A minute to break walls
Say the flow sick then you ain't wrong
I be blasting targets like A bombs wait
You sunk the eight ball he's not breathing great god
Told you don't step to me with the hate dog
Oh well
I'll continue to sate broads
They like my wit and confidence
Plus my thang long

Hahaha
Shit

Never threatened by gats or bloodstains
If it's your first time here let me just say

Ello on the surface I may seem mellow
But the heart is hard as stone by comparison you're jello
Armies retreat as thunderous speech bellows
Save yourself the pain walk away you hatin' fellows
Yeah no shit I'm a prick but sick with the hits
Mission is grips of bitches drippin' like showers on the fritz
Here to stir the pot disregarding dirty thoughts
Youngin gunnin' for the top won't stop till I got thirty yachts

What do you mean your rap career's in danger
Haha
Fool please I ain't even in my prime yet
Quiet yeah leaving critics silent
Would've stole your bitch but she be kinda wide set
Got the money making mindset
Determined to conquer 'fore reaper announces my death
Few close calls but it's not time yet
Too many chances for my people to supply checks
And they could never deny it
In my old age with the goats like where the time went

Never threatened by gats or bloodstains
If it's your first time here let me just say

Ello on the surface I may seem mellow
But the heart is hard as stone by comparison you're jello
Armies retreat as thunderous speech bellows
Save yourself the pain walk away you hatin' fellows
Yeah no shit I'm a prick but sick with the hits
Mission is grips of bitches drippin' like showers on the fritz
Here to stir the pot disregarding dirty thoughts
Youngin gunnin' for the top won't stop till I got thirty yachts

And shout out to the greats
It's a shame that these glorified drug addicts piss on the art that you gave
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Writer: Timothy James
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