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letra de hell 2 - zombae & starri (us)

(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

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