Lyrics:
raising heaven in hell tonight
Love
Thunder and dynamite
Take my hand and hold on tight in midnight's dream.
We'll see the joker
The juggler
ridin I'll sign on niggas
but I'll die for a few niggas:
Suga Slim, Manny, and my Hot Boy Clique,
never forget my B.G. cause I know he'll kill
for my hand boy
Hold you for my hand
My hand my hand
Hold you for my hand.
Hope you for my
For my hand
cash code I'll make it right back
I'm really my own atm I can scam myself
I really ran it up with no hand of help
Nailed a opp wit the tool boy how that
oh hey hey hey, hold on.
Yeah, that's the one by me, yo. Yeah. {the beat starts}
They just don't know, I'm in the strip club tonight.
I ain't
hell boy
My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam
she come over to cum
Shorty from band beat the pussy like drum
Drink in left hand the right holds a gun
Burning his heart he finna need tums
Shoutout
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
hear me
What is this that you keep selling me, boy?
I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you
hear me
What is this that you keep selling me, boy?
I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you
some hell, celebratin' our senior year
we had a trash bag full of cloths and a suitcase full of beers
We got pulled over by the Alabama state patrol
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just
Florida President ('dent)
Me and DJ Khaled got these haters lookin' hesitant, yeah (ow)
So keep all of that wackness out my hear
(Pew, pew) that's
he'll take your chips
Tell the white boys, shoot it, Dub-K, don't miss like,
Florida, Alabama, to Creighton, you know we break those
UConn, lick on these
on being mine
Boy, I'll be your blessed shining knight
But God forbid you leave me by myself
I'll take you to hell, take you to hell, take you to hell
thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much, too many, but we ridin' tonight
there’s more Hell than Heaven
It’s a hot as fuck and plus them goons got weapons
Told my homie hold this clip cause I got about 7
Stick that thing out
‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers,
ridin I'll sign on niggas
but I'll die for a few niggas:
Suga Slim, Manny, and my Hot Boy Clique,
never forget my B.G. cause I know he'll kill
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
my pockets yeah I hold them knots
Popping rubber bands yeah you know I get guap yeah
Shawty she bad on my dick on my cock (Uh)
Told her back off cuz
by the author
Dripping to my feet
Like I took a dip inside the water
Like I took a dip inside the water
From the FLO
I ain't talking bout Miami Florida
you can tell by my face boy
That bad bitch she call me hellboy
Bitches want my dick they can call my cell, boy
I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy
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