LP Rambo, DD Caine, DiavloSantana - Hell Kim lyrics
[LP Rambo, DD Caine, DiavloSantana - Hell Kim lyrics]
Shh, shh, you'll be fine
Dead bitch in a Chevy trunk with
Her side nigga and a stepson
When her legs upped, what was sealed broke
Now her other laying with a sketched
Tongue by a dead son
If 12 comes, we went out of town
In two separate cars, and she left, uh-
To get a different purse, cause
What she had was jacked, fore we fled the
Floor, cause we almost missed
The check out time
Pray to god, no one heard the lead bust
But no neighbors complaining
It’s been a few hours
All will be sweet when I smoke on this sour
You read my face and
Can't tell my intentions
Description is glistening retinas
From loud that i mixed with some powder
I'm itchin' to kill like the heels
Of Godzilla's in poisonous flowers
When there's treason, there's no speaking
No wrongdoing, there's no pleading
No dishonor, there's no bleeding
You don’t start shit
Then there's no the end
There's no sneaking, there's no creeping
There's no speaking, there's no wheezin'
There's no blaming on the seasons (yuh)
There's no lash if there's no reason (yuh)
Choppin' bodies, watch the blood spill
She was unfaithful
So I had to go get the kill
Think we violent? Fuck yo' opinion
Bitch, we loose screws
Nigga we'll shoot at civilians
Pull up to her house
Douse her couch in some gas
Lit my blunt first
Then I watch her soul pass
Pull up to her house
Douse her couch in some gas
Lit my blunt first, then I
Watch her soul pass, get 'em!
When there's treason, there's no speaking
No wrongdoing, there's no pleading
No dishonor, there's no bleeding
You don’t start shit
Then there's no the end
There's no sneaking, there's no creeping
There's no speaking, there's no wheezin'
There's no blaming on the seasons
There's no lash if there's no reason
It ain't up to me
These bullets will pick 'em
My niggas is dogs
I tell they ass: ''sic him!''
He was a G, but now he a victim
We bout to spin on that
Block and then blick him
Blick him, blick him, blick him, blick him
You love these hoes? We be tryna' trick 'em
Ain't dropping a dime, not even a nickle
Left on the floor, he smelling like pickles
Girl I'm a auto, that boy a lil' pistol
He never once had his prints on them pistols
You hit my gas, it might have you tripping
Might feel like a hit in
The chest from a missile
Missile, missile, missile, missile
Gotta talk big, I ain't come here for little
He acting hard, but he really brittle
It's me and then him
But the heat in the middle
When there's treason, there's no speaking
No wrongdoing, there's no pleading
No dishonor, there's no bleeding
You don’t start shit
Then there's no the end
There's no sneaking, there's no creeping
There's no speaking, there's no wheezin'
There's no blaming on the seasons
There's no lash if there's no reason
Dead bitch in a Chevy trunk with
Her side nigga and a stepson
When her legs upped, what was sealed broke
Now her other laying with a sketched
Tongue by a dead son
If 12 comes, we went out of town
In two separate cars, and she left, uh-
To get a different purse, cause
What she had was jacked, fore we fled the
Floor, cause we almost missed
The check out time
Pray to god, no one heard the lead bust
But no neighbors complaining
It’s been a few hours
All will be sweet when I smoke on this sour
You read my face and
Can't tell my intentions
Description is glistening retinas
From loud that i mixed with some powder
I'm itchin' to kill like the heels
Of Godzilla's in poisonous flowers
When there's treason, there's no speaking
No wrongdoing, there's no pleading
No dishonor, there's no bleeding
You don’t start shit
Then there's no the end
There's no sneaking, there's no creeping
There's no speaking, there's no wheezin'
There's no blaming on the seasons (yuh)
There's no lash if there's no reason (yuh)
Choppin' bodies, watch the blood spill
She was unfaithful
So I had to go get the kill
Think we violent? Fuck yo' opinion
Bitch, we loose screws
Nigga we'll shoot at civilians
Pull up to her house
Douse her couch in some gas
Lit my blunt first
Then I watch her soul pass
Pull up to her house
Douse her couch in some gas
Lit my blunt first, then I
Watch her soul pass, get 'em!
When there's treason, there's no speaking
No wrongdoing, there's no pleading
No dishonor, there's no bleeding
You don’t start shit
Then there's no the end
There's no sneaking, there's no creeping
There's no speaking, there's no wheezin'
There's no blaming on the seasons
There's no lash if there's no reason
It ain't up to me
These bullets will pick 'em
My niggas is dogs
I tell they ass: ''sic him!''
He was a G, but now he a victim
We bout to spin on that
Block and then blick him
Blick him, blick him, blick him, blick him
You love these hoes? We be tryna' trick 'em
Ain't dropping a dime, not even a nickle
Left on the floor, he smelling like pickles
Girl I'm a auto, that boy a lil' pistol
He never once had his prints on them pistols
You hit my gas, it might have you tripping
Might feel like a hit in
The chest from a missile
Missile, missile, missile, missile
Gotta talk big, I ain't come here for little
He acting hard, but he really brittle
It's me and then him
But the heat in the middle
When there's treason, there's no speaking
No wrongdoing, there's no pleading
No dishonor, there's no bleeding
You don’t start shit
Then there's no the end
There's no sneaking, there's no creeping
There's no speaking, there's no wheezin'
There's no blaming on the seasons
There's no lash if there's no reason