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ap tardi - raining hell lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
payton go crazy
gang

[chorus]
like juice wrld i pop a perc and b+tch i get to spazzing
she ain’t got nowhere to go but you can’t stay lil’ b+tch that’s tragic
762 b+tch i’m on
give her d+ck, now i’m gone
now that b+tch won’t leave me alone
that b+tch blowing up my phone
raining h+ll
like i’m yeat i got the bell
shoot it up, gone feel the sh+ll
d+ck that b+tch i make her yell
silly b+tch you a hoe
you ain’t necking, you gotta go
sip that sh+t i’m feeling slow
hol up, go, go, go

[verse 1]
i get the drip, i feel a sink
f+ck a side piece, i ain’t tryna link
my dodge is a demon, i’m gone when you blink
i’m pouring it up, my sprite always pink
ghosting that b+tch she ain’t taking a hint
leave that b+tch staring, just tell hеr to blink
f+ck bout the heat, i still wear my mink
i’m cuffing that b+tch likе i got a kink
i made me a m, the f+ck did you think
my ap is gold your watch made of zinc
i got me some ice i skate like a rink
you said your b+tch bad but her p+ssy stink
so i took that b+tch, make her slurp like a drink
have that b+tch leaking like i got some ink
my money go up, but then your money shrink
like i was in london, i got me the ting
back on my sh+t run it back like a pick
mike shooting it up b+tch i’m taking a fl!ck
f+ck all that nike, i buy me some rick
let that b+tch hit cause she stare at my d+ck
drown her dior so she know she my queen
she dig in my pocket she spending my green
got me two fours like in kobe, no bean
my rover is spotless, my ap is clean
[part ii]

[verse 1]
yuh, what
send my shooter like it’s mail
if that’s boy get caught then imma pull up pay the bail
my b+tch real healthy, yeah she eat me like some kale
i’m five for five, thought i told them i can’t fail

[verse 2]
hold up, hold up, where the 808s at? (f+ck it)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
woah, woah, woah, woah
go, go, go
b+tch i go insane
point that rocket at your brain
that b+tch can’t walk she need a cane
i bet they all gone know my name
bet that 40 hit your chest
blow 10k, i spent the rest
grab my d+ck i grab her breast
finna ace it like a test
[outro]
ap, f+ck em up

- ap tardi lyrics

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