Testo Heaven or Hell - K-Trap
Testo della canzone Heaven or Hell (K-Trap), tratta dall'album SMILE?
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
Or, I want the baddest girl
I should make two combined
You look like you need some help
Told me to help myself
But, I need help myself
My wife was sent from heaven
I think I met my girl in hell
Babe, that's the Lamb' exhaust
Gave you the bag, of course
Wait, let me land before
I know you know, but I'm still gonna tell you
I'm nothin' like them man before
Why I act like I like shit perfect?
And, I can't stand the whores
My wife got a private page
My girl got a open one
Always see negative posts
I think she a broken one
With my girl, I'm stone-cold
But wifey, I open up
Take it slow on my main one
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
Or I want the baddest girl
I should make two combined
You look like you need some help
Told me to help myself
But, I need help myself
My wife was sent from heaven
I think I met my girl in hell
Babe, that's the Lamb' exhaust
Gave you the bag, of course
Wait, let me land before
I know you know, but I'm still gonna tell you
I'm nothin' like them man before
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
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Writer(s): Nathaniel Odueyingbo, Devonte Perkins, Vata Godwin Sonzi, Joseph Mccue
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