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standing ovation - hell rell lyrics

i got a smart mind, plus a stupid pistol
a bunch of family at the wake
that’s what stupid gets you
tell em stick to the facts
these n*ggas superficial (why?)
i got military guns, i can use a missile
smack her on the ass, l!ck her neck
persue her nipples
she likes, she loves it
now she wanna do a triple
talkin minaj sh*t, nicki’s last name
she give me mad brain
and then we brag man

blood gang, crip gang we all one & the same
feel like the real n*ggas gone
all the suckas remain
you die, who gonna bring the flowers
and come to your grave?
you never know
that pretty face might come with some aids
she sick & infested
you kissin & s*xin
all raw in that b*tch, with no freakin protection
you ain’t got magic johnson money
n*gga, you reckless
lil n*gga say i’m the man
cause this sh*t on my necklace
they bring me my bottles
look like i’m lightin fireworks
bunch of goons on deck
so i ain’t gotta hire jerks
n*ggas got a curfew
they betta get home
you see what’s in the watch
african*american stones
last night was kinda crazy
spendin half on patrón
kinda tipsy in the bently
gettin head on my phone
bunch of ugly ass b*tches
that never get boned
look at the necklace too wrong
and your head’ll get blown

and they said don’t be a crook
but look at what being a crook got
look up at the stars from a 200ft yacht
account say seven digits
how you supposed to treat her?
i can smoke these n*ggas
faster than i smoke my reefa
rather be eating tilapia
in costa rica
he think he gangsta?
i’ll show him how to hold a heater
who taught you how to get money?
show me ya teacher
who taught you how to gang bang?
show me ya leader
ain’t rocking flags right
ya pants mad tight
no h0m* g*5
i’m on they ass, right?
and why ya man sad?
cause what you think is hot
n*gga, yea we passed that
weeks ave, baghdad
when father’s day come around
you should get me a gift
on the road to success
i don’t need a lift
nah, i’m ridin past
on they broke ass
pull up a chair, get ya pot
giving the coke class
rueger!

outro:
yea! you n*ggas need people like me man
you need people like me you so can point the finger at
say i’m the reason for this; i’m the reason for that
huh
blame ya f*cking self, a failure, assh0l*
gunnas, yea… yea…
whooooo

- hell rell lyrics

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