Hell on Wheels
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So baby heard that I'm an outlaw
In these positions, hit it different like I'm south pope
I put the pillow on her face and turn the sound off
And she do blow, I let her blow and she got lock jaw
And all I know is I'm hell on wheels
With the top back momma raised a rolling stone
It's all whiskey and tattoos label me a bad dude
All I know is I'm hell on wheels
With the top back momma raised a rolling stone
Yeah, it's all whiskey and tattoos good times and bad news
Yeah I'm fucking faded, I act an ass tip the glass
Bitch, I'm fucking famous too many commas in the stash
people get to changin' I ain't a doctor I don't got no patience
All your thoughts are basic,
so basically I'd rather chase a check bitch
Chunky ass Cuban on my neck bitch, two tone on my left wrist
Life threw me a curve ball ain't knowin' to expect this
I wake up to breakfast and head bitch
My life is a motherfucking movie put that shit on netflix
Baby in my DM wit the messages if she can get the dick
Then she'll know what a blessing is no I'm not affectionate
I fuck and I'm the best at it
Aye, I don't know when my heart turned cold
Use to have a heart of gold
But I know one thing momma raised a rolling stone
All I know is I'm hell on wheels
With the top back momma raised a rolling stone
It's all whiskey and tattoos label me a bad dude
All I know is I'm hell on wheels
With the top back momma raised a rolling stone
Yeah it's all whiskey and tattoos good times and bad news
This shit ain't no accident all the moves I make gotta be accurate
Woman I ain't paying for your drink unless I'm smashin' it
I left the crib wit out no pussy but I bet I'm coming back wit it
And treat it like I'm mad at it with
savagery I don't like to cuddle baby
You gotta get outta here you fuckin' up the atmosphere
Sometimes I get high, take a drive, look at the sky
Think of the guys I hope they hear me talk to 'em
Wonder why the good really do die when they young
The bad guys they keep living our lives
I get higher and higher, higher and higher's, where
I been to hell and back I walked right thru the fire I'm fine
Put that rolly on my wrist but I ain't got the time
Feel everybody tryna' kill me they can hop in line
I'm somewhere in a foreign country, in a different time
They tell me that my skill is ill, bitch I'm feeling fine
All I know is I'm hell on wheels
With the top back momma raised a rolling stone
It's all whiskey and tattoos label me a bad dude
All I know is I'm hell on wheels
With the top back momma raised a rolling stone
Yeah it's all whiskey and tattoos good times and bad news
Baby heard that I'm an outlaw
In these positions hit it different like I'm south pole
I put the pillow on her face and turn the sound off
And she do blow I let her blow and she got lock jaw
I grab her head and fuck her face til her mouth broke