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hell usa - aaronya lyrics

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[verse 1]

on the block smith 53 where a n*gga lived

as a kid told myself that o would never touch a cig

22 i’m in brian’s crib smoking on a pack

it was me georgie and devonte working in the trap

we would rap 20 songs a night on a broken mic

i told n*ggas i would make it and i put that on my life

jesus christ d*mn this n*gga nice what them n*ggas say

it’s all good with this rapping sh*t but stay up out my way

usa has station copping lucies with the team

papi thought that we were young he tried to give us 2 for 3

i’ll be d*mned if i let ali baba play me like a fiend

we ain’t have no blue face hundreds we were out here chasing green
had a pair of jordan bunnies they were splitting at the seams

we were smoking black and milds we were out here chasing green

b*tches tried to infiltrate we were tighter than their jeans

n*ggas tried to infiltrate all they seen was triple beams

welcome to h*ll usa h*ll usa

you ain’t got no f*cking money better make your own way

you ain’t got no trap money then you better f*cking pray

cause the wolves are always hungry and you looking like some prey dog

[verse 2]

put a 30 pack on a n*ggas head

if a n*gga front than a n*gga dead

see the same b*tch that you n*ggas wed
is the same hoe giving n*ggas head

man my b*tch she mighty fine

f*ck that b*tch like 20 times

eat skittles so when i cum

she can taste the rainbow when we 69

she ride the d*ck like a kawasaki and she call me papi when she hit the spot

young n*gga when i hit the block

young chef when i hit the pot

young kobe when i shoot my shot

swear to god that i never miss

gotta pass it to the bro

lonzo ball with the assist

h*ll usa

[joey alves verse]

yellow diamonds that’s on the wrist

got a home in cuba bankroll in switz

know a couple kanan’s always roll wit bl!cks

face painted like they roll with kiss

you american n*ggas make you swiss

barbarian n*ggas make you b*tch

girl staring man n*ggas take your b*tch

i sware again man these n*ggas p*ssed

won’t father you

baby bottle or coddle you

i just do what i gotta do

copped the nine eleven that’s sonic blue

so clock my speed

ain’t no running pass me

i’m a quarter pass three

yeah a n*gga od i

- aaronya lyrics

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