send em to hell - midwxst lyrics
[intro]
pull up to the crib and i get let in by that bellman, ah
had to flex on these f*ck n*ggas real quick, my opponents gettin’ rusty (yeah)
chopper singin’ out like timberlake in this b*tch, yeah, i’m talkin’ justin (yeah)
the wannabes in the spotlight, but the n*ggas stop and they just stare (yeah)
and i gotta watch my own back in this b*tch ’cause i’m too tru—
(this is a slump audios exclusive)
[chorus]
need no b*tch, uh, do not need no thot
was ridin’ ’round, now my n*ggas tote that glock
used to countin’ all this cash, yes, i been doin’ this sh*t a lot
i’m not talkin’ game of thrones, n*gga run up, might get got
[verse]
gang still sippin’ red, oh, that b*tch, she bad
demons in my bed, i been numbin’ pain
gas goes to my head
i’m won’t get inside the whip if she not bad, yeah
wxstwrld, mark you as a dead man (as a dead man)
i got diamonds on my watch that’s on my left hand (on my left hand)
made it through the fire, but we’ll send him to h*ll, man
pull up to the crib and i get let in by that bellman, ah
had to flex on these f*ck n*ggas real quick, my opponents gettin’ rusty (yeah)
chopper singin’ out like timberlake in this b*tch, yeah, i’m talkin’ justin (yeah)
the wannabes in the spotlight, but the n*ggas stop and they just stare (yeah)
and i gotta watch my own back in this b*tch ’cause i’m too trustin’
that’s why i keep my .9, that’s why i keep my fire
that’s why i keep that ar*15 inside my side
these n*ggas cannot catch me slippin’, no, i can’t die
i’m mr. put this sh*t on, these n*ggas know i’m fly
only f*ck with [?] clientele
if we f*ckin’ sign this paper, you gon’ never tell
archive garments in my closet, no, they not for sale
we gon’ turn him to a skeleton like undertale, uh
[chorus]
need no b*tch, uh, do not need no thot
was ridin’ ’round, now my n*ggas tote that glock
used to countin’ all this cash, yes, i been doin’ this sh*t a lot
i’m not talkin’ game of thrones, n*gga run up, might get got
need no b*tch, uh, do not need no thot
was ridin’ ’round, now my n*ggas tote that glock
used to countin’ all this cash, yes, i been doin’ this sh*t a lot
i’m not talkin’ game of thrones, n*gga run up, might get got
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