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She From Hell
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Hip-Hop/Rap
She From Hell è stato pubblicato il 30 maggio 2025 da TREESH GANG come parte dell'album Hell Was Boring
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Data di uscita30 maggio 2025
EtichettaTREESH GANG
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM120

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Oke
Ryan Oke
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Oke
Ryan Oke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Oke
Ryan Oke
Engineer

Testi

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Gang, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, gang, gang
My bitch ain't from Heaven she from hell
If it wasn't for the horns, then I wouldn't even tell
'Cause she look like a angel, like Heaven where she fell
But she more like a witch, 'cause she got me under spells
And if Cupid was the judge, then I won't make bail
I'll be locked for life
I like real bad bitches yeah I got a type
If I don't got a gun, then I got a knife
I heard he mad I fucked his bitch and now he wants to fight
Nina Ross sing that boy goodnight
I'm the Reaper fuck the devil, I'll kill him on sight
I was in the underworld raging all night
I'mma walk by faith, can't walk by sight
But I got my fire on me
I've been through enough, don't die on me
She tried to say I'm more than good enough, don't lie to me
And I heard her new man want a rivalry
Well tell that bitch **** come slide for me
But he ain't gon' do it
A couple racks ain't shit, one night I run through it
I got two bad hoes on my side they congruent
I ain't broke no more nowadays I'm affluent
I'm talking rich shit, your bitch wanna take some rich dick
I'll skate on a weird bitch, kickflip
I put real love out but don't get shit
Ugh, get shit in return
Don't pray for me, throw me in the fire, I'll burn
Don't worry 'bout me you know one day that I'll learn
But that ain't finna be today, mask up, let's purge
Let's rage out, I'm in another place so way out
And there ain't no escape no way out
And if you're with me don't change routes
'Cause we all go through it
How you want beef with me, I just get high and make music
One thing I ain't seen, is a hoe that ain't choosing
I treat the drugs like how you did my love, I abuse 'em
You say you hate the way I hate myself
I tried to fix it honestly, I don't know nun else
And I keep a .45 by my belt
I burn hotter than the sun, get close you might melt
And you never gave a damn how I felt
But I still love you and what else?
When I'm with you, I don't got no sense of self
And my heart is right still where you left it on the shelf
Gang, gang
My bitch ain't from Heaven she from hell
If it wasn't for the horns, then I wouldn't even tell
'Cause she look like a angel, like Heaven where she fell
But she more like a witch, 'cause she got me under spells
And if Cupid was the judge, then I won't make bail
I'll be locked for life
I like real bad bitches yeah I got a type
If I don't got my gun, then I got a knife
I heard he mad I fucked his bitch and now he wants to fight
Nina Ross sing that boy goodnight
I'm the Reaper fuck the devil, I'll kill him on sight
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Written by: Ryan Oke
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