GO TO HELL Songtext
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GO TO HELL Songtext
Bye hoe
I′m about to break that cycle
Bad as a jit still bad call me michael
I came up with my brothers bitch i'm up like the eiffel
Turn that pussy to a pack with my grandads rifle
It′s amusing how confused mothafuckas get
When i walk up in the building write a bigger cheque
Pussy pissin in his pants when our vision met
When it comes to scene im a seasoned vet
Uh just copped a whip from japan
Be about three weeks till that mothafucka land
Be about 10 bands to shake a mothafuckas hand
Be about 10 fans showin up for ya band
Uh
I'm just spittin what i see
Three three three
Half evil that i be
See me at the scene grip tight on the beam
Trigger squeeze cos your self esteem eager to compete
Bitch
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell Bitch
Yeah
Go to hell Bitch
Yeah
Go to hell Bitch
Yeah
Go to hell Bitch
Yeah
Go to hell Bitch
Yeah
Go to hell
Feel like ackerman
How i be slayin rap titans
In los angeles sitting up on my mac writing
Sippin liquor im rippin it on track
Tighten up you pussies whack on the gram and these
Rappers cat fighting
Couple milli from nada i keep my pradas on
Couple milli from nada i keep my yagas on
Couple milli from nada i feel like papa don
Notorious im born for this the babayaga mark em all
Keeping it fresh
Give em the best
Never be takin a rest
Comin up outta my nest
Im thinkin im boutta be makin a mess
Of these oppas
I put the mag in the stoppa
These pussies scared sick
Face as green as a dollar
Bill
Fuck around and get kill billed
Blicky fuckin kickin and his liver get filled
Bumpin that phonk bitch i'm keepin it trill
I′m an underground champion announce it as and still
I′m about to break that cycle
Bad as a jit still bad call me michael
I came up with my brothers bitch i'm up like the eiffel
Turn that pussy to a pack with my grandads rifle
It′s amusing how confused mothafuckas get
When i walk up in the building write a bigger cheque
Pussy pissin in his pants when our vision met
When it comes to scene im a seasoned vet
Uh just copped a whip from japan
Be about three weeks till that mothafucka land
Be about 10 bands to shake a mothafuckas hand
Be about 10 fans showin up for ya band
Uh
I'm just spittin what i see
Three three three
Half evil that i be
See me at the scene grip tight on the beam
Trigger squeeze cos your self esteem eager to compete
Bitch
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell
Go to hell Bitch
Yeah
Go to hell Bitch
Yeah
Go to hell Bitch
Yeah
Go to hell Bitch
Yeah
Go to hell Bitch
Yeah
Go to hell
Feel like ackerman
How i be slayin rap titans
In los angeles sitting up on my mac writing
Sippin liquor im rippin it on track
Tighten up you pussies whack on the gram and these
Rappers cat fighting
Couple milli from nada i keep my pradas on
Couple milli from nada i keep my yagas on
Couple milli from nada i feel like papa don
Notorious im born for this the babayaga mark em all
Keeping it fresh
Give em the best
Never be takin a rest
Comin up outta my nest
Im thinkin im boutta be makin a mess
Of these oppas
I put the mag in the stoppa
These pussies scared sick
Face as green as a dollar
Bill
Fuck around and get kill billed
Blicky fuckin kickin and his liver get filled
Bumpin that phonk bitch i'm keepin it trill
I′m an underground champion announce it as and still
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