歌词
School couldn't get me into Heaven
And Heaven couldn't get me in a bitch bed
Bred 11's that I stole on a house lick
Got them hoes whole Polo outfits
Feelin' like Young Dro summertime '06
Thirteen years old runnin' my home ya bitch
Believe that we was thuggin' on the back street
Catchin' cases probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
Them Yankee hats remind me of my younger days
Dog was a maniac
My momma had me
Where them babies havin' babies at
My knuckles ashy knockin' niggas on they ass
For smackin' never lackin'
Road to riches is a path
Mothaf**ka watch your ass
And quick race dawg
For when cold blood like Crips
You dig your own grave
When you f**kin' with the Lord
Catch a fade probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway
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