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hell hole - stokes h lyrics

[intro]
(does she really love me?)
(guess that time will only talk)
when that n+gga did me wrong, had me thinkin’ to myself
(i was sat there lookin’ stressed, thinkin’ shall i k!ll a [nol?])
(then the angel come up off itself) (f+ck that n+gga [nol?])

[verse]
its time to get your money up nd’ start livin’ in this hoe
i’m sick of pickin’ up the phone nd’ askin’ “why?”
“oh green is wove”
[?]
if they don’t know about this life in hole
me nd’ brother stugglin’ in bail, it don’t f+ckin’ hold
talkin’ pennys in this wishin’ well but it don’t wish me well
nd’ when i say i need some time alone, i’m just by myself
the only rеal n+gga that i’ve got, is stuck up in a cell
(late night traps nd’ 3’s got mе thinkin’ that his fate is wove)
plan a, plan b, i think i need to [?]
reminiscin’ bout them younger times just like i’m peter pan
griffin never went through all this sh+t, i won’t be [?] or [?]
stuck up in this life of h+ll but who am i to doubt myself
2025 is my year, i’ve had enough of h+ll
in nd’ out of the trap as well, watch the way i turn the white to lizzy
tell them stuck in jail
yhea, it ain’t the plan
this the mission just like gta
baby always stressin’, yhea shes tellin’ me i need to chill
stuck up in this life of [froom?]
robbin’, tell em made it; sh+t i’ll fake it if it means me well
[bridge]
(do me wrong, i’ll do it back)
(check the smack, i’ll give you crack)
(if you love me, say it back)

[verse 2]
drivin’ on the stoleys
got me peepin’ like a livin’ flat
callin’ all this place, i need to clone so i can flow me
most of these n+ggas know me, but sh+t; they don’t really know me
(cuz lately i don’t know myself because i’ve been out to lonely)
stuck up in my own zone, i’ve been trying to find my own chrome
they don’t know bout life up in the city, b+tch its h+lla gritty
b+tch i took ya line, ya did do nothin’ now you’re cryin’ silly
i been on the block with corporate n+ggas, yhea they’re ridin’ with me
f+ck around nd’ f+ck up
if you’re f+ckin’ lone don’t sit with me
b+tches wanna f+ck me, i don’t f+ck them cuz i’ve gotta queen
use to wear levi jeans, now we straight [?] g’s
[?]
chillin’ in the cemetre
showin’ love to jays, but now its chats bout our f+ckin’ dreams
givin’ peppers to [?] nd’ tell me if you tella clean

[outro]
(does she really love me?)
(guess that time will only talk)
when that n+gga did me wrong, had me thinkin’ to myself
(i was sat there lookin’ stressed, thinkin’ shall i k!ll a [nol?])
(then the angel come up off itself) (f+ck that n+gga [nol?])

- hell hole lyrics

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