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HELL OR JAIL

V6-MINI

[Intro] slam that beer down that shot More where that come from Don’t even think (hey!) Stomping your feet Catch the beat Mother fukers ain't seen nobody like me [Chorus] Slam that beer and down that shot More where that come from, don’t blink This party ain’t stopping, beats keep dropping Top shelf ain’t shit, good shit in here popping Stomping your feet, catch the beat Mother fukers ain't seen nobody like me Preacher says I’m going to hell, oh well We see about that come morning, alive or jail [Verse 1] Gravel in my laugh Fire on my breath Angel on my voicemail Devil on my left Boots on the bar Name on the tab If it pours in a glass I already had down that beer and slam that shot More where that come from, don’t blink This party ain’t stopping, beats keep dropping Top shelf ain’t shit, good shit in here popping Stomping your feet, catch the beat Mother fukers ain't seen nobody like me Preacher says I’m going to hell, oh well We see about that come morning, alive or jail [Verse 2 – Female Rap] Walk in, eyeliner sharp, that black cat strut (yeah) Turn heads, turn up, turn trouble up (what?) Preacher on the TV, talking ‘bout sin I’m like “pour two more, then we’ll listen to him” Tattoo peeking from my ripped-up jeans Got a choir of bad girls rolling with my team If heaven got a list, they erased my name So I’m dancing on the table while it all goes up in flames (woo!) [Bridge] Preacher says I’m going to hell (so?) I just laugh and raise my glass (let’s go) Come morning light, it’s a coin flip, baby Cops or a cab or the same damn bar, maybe (oh yeah) [Chorus] slam that beer and down that shot More where that come from, don’t blink This party ain’t stopping, beats keep dropping Top shelf ain’t shit, good shit in here popping Stomping your feet, catch the beat Mother fukers ain't seen nobody like me Preacher says I’m going to hell, oh well We see about that come morning, alive or jail