Dre Hen LYRICS:

“Woo, Aye when I’m in this bitch I feel like Michael Jordan man Dre Hen Whham Whham yall know who the fuck it is man, Aye aye aye man aye man Michael Jordan, this shit crazy adlib crazy hold on check it out Woo, gang

I feel like Michael Jordan when I'm recording, ‘Michael Jordan’ Slam a thot down like I'm Randy Orton, ‘Randy Orton’
Get yo ass shot up, up, no Kyle Korver, ‘Kyle Korver’, Lost my scholarship, shit felt like torture, ‘Felt like torture’, Still goin' good bitch, I'm not spoiled, ‘Lil bitch’, I like rubbin cheeks down with the oil, ‘Uh huh’
When I was trappin', ran outta plastic, used the foil, ‘Foil’, Police chased, so I stashed it in the soil ‘The soil’

Leave the heat on your ass like I'm tryna boil, ‘Yaahh’, what the fuck you thought nigga, Lets Royal Rumble, ‘Let’s get it’, that hoe you with, ‘Huh’, she ain't even loyal, ‘Uh uhh’, When you leave she hit my line like, please come over, ‘Damn’
But I don't even fuck her or bend her over. I just get the top in the
motherfuckin' Rover, ‘Topskii’
When I'm done, pull off, smokin dozer, You can smell the odor funky green like a ogre, ‘Yahh’

Fuck a Shrek nigga tell a bitch cut a check ‘Fuck outta here’, When I walk by bitches be breakin' they neck, ‘Who is that’
She say you got my pussy wet Dre Hen say bet, ‘Onna G’
I don't need no label I don't need no label
I don't need no label, ‘Uh huh’ don't label me

My parents named me Andre Henley, ‘Andreeee’
Number one hooper nigga in the city, ‘I was’
Yeah nigga, ‘Uh huh’, really, ‘Bang bang’
Competition, ‘Goofy’, lookin silly ‘Big goofy’

Can't wait, to hit a milli, ‘That right’
Ain't talkin' rock, I'm talkin million bucks, Wop wop
Copy hating niggas lookin sloppy, ‘Goofy’
Can't baller block me, gone try to stop me

Knock your ass out nigga just like I'm Rocky, ‘Bang bang’
Ya baby mama boy, she call me Papi, ‘Papi’
And she suck me real good, real sloppy, ‘Sloppy’
I'm from the north side of town we don't fuck around, ‘North side’

Dre Hen he gone tear the beat down
Fuck around, he gone take yo bitch down, ‘Yo bitch’
I don't want no kiss, ‘Uh uh’, just suck on this, ‘Sshhh’
I ain't gotta finish it I'm killin shit, ‘Yah’

Shit I say, I'm just a realist
Motherfuckers fake why they just be scripting
Old heads on the block still pimpin, ‘Yahh’
They be really trippin, ‘What the fuck’

Got some hoes, on the block thats really willing, ‘Huh’
To what, Getcha plucked like a fuckin' chicken, ‘Chicken’
That's a slaughter nigga, ain't no fuckin' killin, ‘Killin’
Chiraq, we call it drilling, ‘Drilling’

Big bills nigga, when you fuckin dealing, ‘Dealing’
Less paper, finesse the vapors ‘Vapors’
Still can’t shake the motherfuckin' haters
They’ll spray ya, fuck around and meet your maker

Put you in the ground, Dre Hen the Undertaker, Whham Whham!!”


Written By. Dre Hen {Whham Whham}

Courtesy Of: Cuatro Audio Management

Beat Produced By. OG Dynasty

Song Engineered By. THDBM