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str8 from hell - bryce austin lyrics

[chorus: bryce austin]
i’m high out the roof*uh
shawty freaky as f*ck tryna screw some
all my n*ggas get evil so do some
all my n*ggas get evil so do some
i got the proof that your b*tch need a tampon
she tryna f*ck on the tour like a rockstar
f*ckin’ that b*tch my drink is sweet
i hit that b*tch with the s*xt and delete it
out of my head, my cup leanin’
i got too much b*tches feinin’
i put my heart on an icebox and put my head in the freezer
waking up demons in my body i smoke scottie she’s as chill
my b*tch hottie, straight from h*ll
my b*tch hottie, straight from h*ll

[verse: cruddymurda]
i was just fighting, i popped me a 20
if i go on your partners i’m leaving the money (get that!)
this sh*t on my neck tryna take something from me
i got the racks like i can spin a lil’ taurus (cash!)
this drankin’ stop actin’ a fool
jam my sh*t in this big ass booth (d*mn)
the sh*t i be telling, the sh*t that go boom (d*mn)
keep a fool with them n*ggas i gave them a boom (big ass)
sh*t gettin’ crazy and the pain in the world
she got in my way now the pain in this girl
put this glock in your face make you look in the birds
i gave me the “[?] my glory fist jewelry” (cah, cah, cah)
sippin’ that coy i been f*ckin’ my watch up
i counted a hundred and it gave me the goosebumps (d*mn)
i got a drake with a [?] i gave you the wock and you wanna buy some
[chorus: bryce austin]
i’m high out the roof*uh
shawty freaky as f*ck tryna screw some
all my n*ggas get evil so do some
all my n*ggas get evil so do some
i got the proof that your b*tch need a tampon
she tryna f*ck on the tour like a rockstar
f*ckin’ that b*tch my drink is sweet
i hit that b*tch with the s*xt and delete it
out of my head, my cup leanin’
i got too much b*tches feinin’
i put my heart on an icebox and put my head in the freezer
waking up demons in my body i smoke scottie she’s as chill
my b*tch hottie, straight from h*ll
my b*tch hottie, straight from h*ll

[verse 2: ttm dawg]
huh, i seen this backdoor come and start squeezin’ my glizzy
g*26 got a glitch in this crystal
[?] spin the opp block we leavin’ him dizzy
i’m geeked for this drank and she geeked for attention
really half in my way i done flooded my pants
send that b*tch in the club for that bag and she get it
if you want a make a [?] stay the f*ck out my mental (what?)
you hear that door? (door)
if we hop in that car your opponents gon’ [?]
shark in that water we been swimmin’ with jaws
if we goin’ and movin’ i see what you saw
pull up with murder get a truck load with guns
i’m standin’ on business i don’t care if it’s wrong
oh the opps gonna lie? i got the drop from a drone
he spinnin’ they block cause they thinkin’ they grown
[chorus: bryce austin]
i’m high out the roof*uh
shawty freaky as f*ck tryna screw some
all my n*ggas get evil so do some
all my n*ggas get evil so do some
i got the proof that your b*tch need a tampon
she tryna f*ck on the tour like a rockstar
f*ckin’ that b*tch my drink is sweet
i hit that b*tch with the s*xt and delete it
out of my head, my cup leanin’
i got too much b*tches feinin’
i put my heart on an icebox and put my head in the freezer
waking up demons in my body i smoke scottie she’s as chill
my b*tch hottie, straight from h*ll
my b*tch hottie, straight from h*ll

- bryce austin lyrics

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