Hell by Vicodinchild Lyrics
[Intro: XPERPLEXED)
Fell down low on my way to Hell
Gas pack smoke, bitch can’t you tell?
Sell a bitch soul in the hotel
$MØKE MØB the clique, bitch we from Hell
We took your bitch, can’t you tell?
Fuck up a party in the hotel
$MØKE MØB the clique, bitch we from Hell
[Verse 1: XPERPLEXED]
Pull up and fuck on your bitch
Pull up and we gettin rich
Kim Possible, what’s the sitch?
No face, no case, fuck a snitch
Free Tay-K, he did the race
Fuck up the beat on my own pace
We smoke gas, your shit is laced
Two blunts have you on the dirt, on your face
Can’t survive, you just have to pray
Take the bill, you gotta pay
Go to Hell, tell the Devil that I said hey
He listens to all the shit I gotta say
Don’t tell God
Kick me out of heaven, and I’ll be barred
Shit got me Drowsy, don’t pop no bars
Smoke my blunt in the foreign cars
Revenge on my body, I stunt so hard
Look me in eyes see, soul-crossed scars
Cross my heart in my own songs
My life’s too long
My life’s too long
[Verse 2: Rosko]
Two-thousand degrees, bring ‘em to their knees
Nothing for free, nothing ever guaranteed
Nobody really know me, fuck you, you ain’t my fuckin’ homie
All this shit just grow me
Fuck a friend, bitch, I’m lonely
That’s why I stay home, always smoking
That’s why I stay alone, fuckin’ broken
I’m a broken record, but I’m breaking records
Making shawty’s neck hurt, after I undress her
Get the body bag for anyone tryna pressure
Get big or get better, get your bitch much wetter
And I’m still collecting the cheddar
Fell down low on my way to Hell
Gas pack smoke, bitch can’t you tell?
Sell a bitch soul in the hotel
$MØKE MØB the clique, bitch we from Hell
We took your bitch, can’t you tell?
Fuck up a party in the hotel
$MØKE MØB the clique, bitch we from Hell
[Verse 1: XPERPLEXED]
Pull up and fuck on your bitch
Pull up and we gettin rich
Kim Possible, what’s the sitch?
No face, no case, fuck a snitch
Free Tay-K, he did the race
Fuck up the beat on my own pace
We smoke gas, your shit is laced
Two blunts have you on the dirt, on your face
Can’t survive, you just have to pray
Take the bill, you gotta pay
Go to Hell, tell the Devil that I said hey
He listens to all the shit I gotta say
Don’t tell God
Kick me out of heaven, and I’ll be barred
Shit got me Drowsy, don’t pop no bars
Smoke my blunt in the foreign cars
Revenge on my body, I stunt so hard
Look me in eyes see, soul-crossed scars
Cross my heart in my own songs
My life’s too long
My life’s too long
[Verse 2: Rosko]
Two-thousand degrees, bring ‘em to their knees
Nothing for free, nothing ever guaranteed
Nobody really know me, fuck you, you ain’t my fuckin’ homie
All this shit just grow me
Fuck a friend, bitch, I’m lonely
That’s why I stay home, always smoking
That’s why I stay alone, fuckin’ broken
I’m a broken record, but I’m breaking records
Making shawty’s neck hurt, after I undress her
Get the body bag for anyone tryna pressure
Get big or get better, get your bitch much wetter
And I’m still collecting the cheddar