Hell, Pt. 3

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Lord Ford

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Shoulders chest pants shoes
Shoulders chest pants shoes
Shoulders chest pants shoes
Shoulders chest shoulders chest
I hit him in his Shoulders chest pants shoes

Someone spiked my drank
I can tell by the taste
I got 40 on the tank
And tonight I'm trying to catch a vibe
But Catch your balance
Let's take this Lexus all the way back to Dallas
And bring the ozium, the police smell us
Double up
Triple up my dosage
By the time I leave this hoe shit
My bloods gonna be explosive
Recognize me and hold me down
I put it down
Tell me How you like me down homie
Wipe me down

Shoulders chest pants shoes
Shoulders chest pants shoes
Shoulders chest pants shoes
I hit him in his Shoulders shoulders shoulders
Shoulders chest pants shoes
Shoulders chest pants shoes
Shoulders chest pants shoes

This blunts laced
I can tell by the taste
Take a hit to the face
I said wait, Who you speaking for
Know your place
Make no mistake
I'm the man in charge and As of now i came to run the show
And I need mo
So roll the swishers
Split them right down the middle
And fill em like a vanilla cone

Then light another
Till my eyes are bloodier than a motherfucker
You'll be my little puppet
Roll all my joints
Now Roll another, roll when ever
Roll when ever I say
Roll a Fucken joint homie
Roll forever
When will it end
The answers never Never ever
Never never, not now not even next September
Not when the spring comes
To thaw the winter. Nah
Not now, not ever, homie yeah that's forever ever
I'll never stop
I'm no pretender
There's No surrender
I'm trying to stay high my whole life homie that's forever

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