Give ’em Hell Songtext
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Give ’em Hell Songtext
Ay, give ′em Hell
Damn, give 'em Hell
I′m 'bout to give 'em Hell
I′m ′bout to give 'em Hell
I′m 'bout to give ′em Hell
I love Jesus Christ, but I'm ′bout to give 'em Hell
I'm ′bout to give ′em Hell
I'm ′bout to give 'em Hell
I wanna go to Heaven, but I′m about to give 'em Hell
I′m 'bout to give 'em Hell
I′m ′bout to give 'em Hell
I′m 'bout to give ′em Hell
Free Lil' Hollywood
They just gave my brother 40 huh
God bless Lil Manman cause he walked ′round with the 40
Hope a nigga don't try, he gon' give a nigga 20, hold up
Goddam why the judge give my nigga 20?
I like eatin′ good, I like eatin′ hibachi
Wnen I get my drugs, get my drugs for the dirt cheap
All my niggas good, they don't never ask for nothin′
All these niggas takin' partner pictures, man they frontin′
I don't parley with frienemies... Or enemies
Nigga don′t try to belittle me, I'm at Wimbledon
Serena and Venus they chillin' with me, for real though
All my niggas gettin′ money, all yo′ niggas need to chill though
R.I.P. my momma that's the queen of Atlanta, hey
God bless Lil Mic cause he got 50 in the hammer, hey
Hope a nigga don′t try, he gon' give him half a hunna
We just let the window down, they just got the runnin′
Did you pick up all your shells?
They got lil' partner but he got bail
I guarantee that he won′t tell
But if he do... Pew-pew-pew, oh well
I won't lie to save my life
Rappers lyin' they ain′t right
Lil niggas they imitate
Imagine if the real were fake
Damn, give 'em Hell
I′m 'bout to give 'em Hell
I′m ′bout to give 'em Hell
I′m 'bout to give ′em Hell
I love Jesus Christ, but I'm ′bout to give 'em Hell
I'm ′bout to give ′em Hell
I'm ′bout to give 'em Hell
I wanna go to Heaven, but I′m about to give 'em Hell
I′m 'bout to give 'em Hell
I′m ′bout to give 'em Hell
I′m 'bout to give ′em Hell
Free Lil' Hollywood
They just gave my brother 40 huh
God bless Lil Manman cause he walked ′round with the 40
Hope a nigga don't try, he gon' give a nigga 20, hold up
Goddam why the judge give my nigga 20?
I like eatin′ good, I like eatin′ hibachi
Wnen I get my drugs, get my drugs for the dirt cheap
All my niggas good, they don't never ask for nothin′
All these niggas takin' partner pictures, man they frontin′
I don't parley with frienemies... Or enemies
Nigga don′t try to belittle me, I'm at Wimbledon
Serena and Venus they chillin' with me, for real though
All my niggas gettin′ money, all yo′ niggas need to chill though
R.I.P. my momma that's the queen of Atlanta, hey
God bless Lil Mic cause he got 50 in the hammer, hey
Hope a nigga don′t try, he gon' give him half a hunna
We just let the window down, they just got the runnin′
Did you pick up all your shells?
They got lil' partner but he got bail
I guarantee that he won′t tell
But if he do... Pew-pew-pew, oh well
I won't lie to save my life
Rappers lyin' they ain′t right
Lil niggas they imitate
Imagine if the real were fake
Writer(s): Ryan Key, Mike Krompass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com