Heaven or Hell Songtext
von K Trap

You say you don′t like girls that
Snap in the Lamborghini seats all excited
But the truth is, you actually love it
Like, you love it (Nathaniel London)
All you say is you want a good girl,
you want a good girl, you clearly don't
The proof′s right here

Want me the cleanest wife (cleanest)
Or, I want the baddest girl (bad)
I should make two combined (yes)
You look like you need some help (yes)
Told me to help myself (self)
But, I need help myself (uh)
My wife was sent from heaven (heaven)
I think I met my girl in hell (uh)


Babe, that's a Lamb' exhaust (new)
Gave you the bag, of course (yeah)
Wait, let me land before
I know you know, but I′m still gonna tell you
I′m nothin' like them man before (no)
Why I act like I like shit perfect?
And, I can′t stand the whores (uh)

My wife got a private page (private), my girl got a open one (uh)
Always see negative posts (uh), I think she a broken one (uh)
With my girl, I'm stone-cold (cold), but, wifey, I open up (yes)
Take it slow on my main one (yes), but this one, I choke her up
Grabbin′ her hair, goin' in deep, got your legs in the air
My main one want me to do her the same, now it′s gettin' all weird
Babe, I don't see you like that (nah),
I don′t wanna treat you like that (I don′t)
On the way home, what a awkward drive back (uh)


Why I'm actin′ fake (fake) like I can't stand your ways?
Cuss ′bout the pictures you post on the 'Gram,
but I′ve been on your 'Gram for days (stalkin')
How I say I don′t rate them girls? (uh) then I go date them girls
I think I want good and bad, that′s why I'm rotatin′ girls
Indecisive, open, but I want private (private)
I like bad girls and I can't hide it,
I want a good girl, but it′s all timin'
(You′re actually mad confusin',
like, you don't even know what you want)
Told my good girl,
"Don′t ever be like my bad girl,
" but I wanna be with my bad girl, it′s sad

Want me the cleanest wife (cleanest)
Or I want the baddest girl (bad)
I should make two combined (yes)
You look like you need some help (yes)
Told me to help myself (self)
But, I need help myself (uh)
My wife was sent from heaven (heaven)
I think I met my girl in hell (uh)

Babe, that's a Lamb′ exhaust (new)
Gave you the bag, of course (yeah)
Wait, let me land before
I know you know, but I'm still gonna tell you
I′m nothin' like them man before (no)
Why I act like I like shit perfect? And, I can′t stand the whores

You say you don't like BBLs
When I said I wanted to get my body
done, you were dissin' me, it′s a problem
But, all I see you likin′ on Instagram is girls with BBLs in bikinis
If I post a picture in a bikini,
you're down my neck, it doesn′t make any sense