OT Greens - HELL

She don't want the money if it don't come by itself
She said do you love me I said I can't even tell
I got choppers on me it be like casting a spell
Better not get up in the way or I'm gone send your ass to hell

Huh, tell you what, I don't really give a fuck
Just me, my brothers in the summer, riding in the hummer
If we got problems, pull up on me, it's gone be a fucking bummer
Bro got choppers, he gone use it if I call the fucking number

My head in the clouds, I ain't even smoking loud
Make my momma proud, I'm a keep it going now
That bitch really crazy, she gone see me in Mercedes
Driving around really wavy, now she want to be my lady

She be off the drugs, think it's time to hit her up
Think that I done had enough, why's it never adding up
I told you to the end, didn't think that I'd pretend
I don't know, you don't know, maybe it just all depends

Too many arguments, too many problems
Still balling hard in my fucking Prada
Yea, yea, yea
I got problems
And I deal with it by myself

She don't want the money if it don't come by itself
She said do you love me I said I can't even tell
I got choppers on me it be like casting a spell
Better not get up in the way or I'm gone send your ass to hell

Huh, tell you what, I don't really give a fuck
Just me, my brothers in the summer, riding in the hummer
If we got problems, pull up on me, it's gone be a fucking bummer
Bro got choppers, he gone use it if I call the fucking number

If I see you, you do nothing cause you fucking bluffing
Living good, eating good, that shit fucking bussing
Tell you now I'm around, you should see it coming
Never giving up on my dream it ain't nothing
I'm gone ring the bell, open up and give you hell
Like I sent the mail, ain't no one gone fucking tell
The chopper got extensions, it's a Smith & Wesson
Better make a fucking blessing, for you see the fucking revering

Too many arguments, too many problems
Still balling hard in my fucking Prada
Yea, yea, yea
I got problems
And I deal with it by myself

She don't want the money if it don't come by itself
She said do you love me I said I can't even tell
I got choppers on me it be like casting a spell
Better not get up in the way or I'm gone send your ass to hell

Huh, tell you what, I don't really give a fuck
Just me, my brothers in the summer, riding in the hummer
If we got problems, pull up on me, it's gone be a fucking bummer
Bro got choppers, he gone use it if I call the fucking number

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OT Greens

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