it’s dark and hell is hot lyrics

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JPEGMAFIA


[Intro]
I just wanna make it home, got on my Air Vision Pros
I killed my own default mode

[Chorus]
This ho told me I'm a dog, but all my b*tches say
"I can't even fake this sh*t, I can't be no basic b*tch"
On my knees in front of God, but I'm not even faithful
I can keep no secrets, baby, don't even speak it

[Verse 1]
Walk in that b*tch, ayy, stick a fork in that b*tch, ayy
I'm lit, I'm not gonna lie, the switch cheaper than wine
My hips be keeping the fire, your missus be missin' my lies
I switched from suit to goth to a dime
The wrist do flips to keep her enticed

[Chorus]
This ho told me I'm a dog, but all my b*tches say
"I can't even fake this sh*t, I can't be no basic b*tch"
On my knees in front of God, but I'm not even faithful
I can keep no sеcrets, baby, don't even spеak it

[Verse 2]
Bruh, I cannot take n*ggas fakin' like this
They never met me, but be on my di*k
How you don't care, but you got an—
How you don't care, but you got an opinion?
Smoking your fav', like I'm takin' a swig
Hating for free but you can't pay your rent
If you're gonna di*k-ride, make it make cents
If you just gone wave bye, don't diss then
I can count all my industry friends on my hands
And my n*ggas, they be in demand
Private-school rappers don't know what it is
If I show you a Drac', I ain't playin' with kids
You n*ggas loop it and leave it, I'm never repeatin'
That bullsh*t ain't worth leaking
Hit the deck
These n*ggas hit the deck (I hit the deck)
Ain't on sh*t
These n*ggas ain't on sh*t (They ain't on sh*t)
f*ck that b*tch
I'ma say f*ck that b*tch (Ayy, f*ck that b*tch)
Too cold at this
I'm too cold at this
[Bridge]
Real n*ggas do real things
Hoes wanna f*ck on a n*gga for some change
Anybody try me, I'ma make a stain
Anybody try me, I'ma make a stain

[Outro]
(Brasil)
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