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zombae & starri (us) - hell 2 lyrics

(crash blossoms)

[?(warmup): zombae, charlotte crosby]
(sho+sho+)
(yeah)
(sho+sho+sho)
(ugh, the moonlight drives me nuts!)
(sho+sho+)
(i’m that+)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ay, ay, yuh, ay, ay
uh, uh okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay+
okay

[verse: zombae, charlotte crosby]
feel like dillinger
i sent the n+gga straight to h+ll, (h+ll!)
i swear to god that his own n+ggas gonna be the grail (bell)
how you staying rent+free, you can’t get a bail, (how?)
jammer [?] with the luger, leave a n+gga frail!
i’mma selling rails, this magna carta, holy grail
if he wanna round, then i’mma f+cking bring the h+ll!
[?] finna finger+f+ck him, no, i do not kiss & tell, (yeah)
imma fill him up with nickel, like a f+cking wishing well

[?: zombae, charlotte crosby]
yeah, yeah, yeah
all b+tches, i don’t f+ck with males
yeah, yeah, yeah
i don’t f+ck with no seven fails
yeah, yeah, yeah
choppa’ scream like “get the bell”
yeah, yeah, yeah
if he got a problem imma fail (uh)
[verse: zombae, charlotte crosby]
no, i’m not swedish, but i got blazed with the lean, (blazed!)
n+gga got a problem, it’s gon’ get ugly like dream, (dream!)
yeah, b+tch, it get ugly as marvel movies, or avatar 2, or avatar 3, (uh)
i don’t f+ck with blue people in my wallet, (ooh+woah)
yeah, imma get that choppa’, just like wallace
none of you on top, but i know that you gon’ fail
n+ggas prayin’ up to heaven, but he going up in h+ll, b+tch+ (uh)
f+ck ‘em in a cage, who you n+ggas ‘finna tell?
yeah, i know that he’s a sucker, but he ain’t blackwinterwells
i don’t [?] go on that sucker, yeah my n+gga finna fail
n+ggas talking ‘bout a “god” sh+t, they going straight to h+ll

[?: charlotte crosby]
(woah)
jhonny cash, we gonna make ‘em hurt
we got cash, and all you got is dirt
got [?] guns, and we gonna [?]
gonna [?] see, gonna make a [?] hurt, yeah

[verse: zombae, charlotte crosby]
i don’t understand why these n+ggas talk sh+t, yuh
talking all the sh+t, but you never made a hit, yeah
n+ggas fell off, and the actors brad pitt, yeah
[?] the matters fall, cause we making that sh+t
[?] forty one, when it comes to all yo’ dollars
if you wanna bet on some, you better give a holla’! +b+tch—
you n+ggas can’t f+ck with me, so i’m crushing it with charlotte
yeah, f+ck a [?] b+tch, yeah we giving up some [?]
dead man, dead man, walking outta dead pan
tiny little b+tch, like a motherf+cking dead man
i just beat my ox head down with a bed pan
this sh+t real, like ever f+cking said, man!
i just k!lled a opp, yeah, in like twenty seconds!
got a little gift, and it’s a lethal weapon!
i just k!lled a opp, and i k!lled the paramedic!
this sh+t is gonna hurt, yeah, got no anesthetic!
b+tch!

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