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hell 2 - zombae & starri (us) 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!

- zombae starri us lyrics

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