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Alisynn - Go To Hell Lyrics

[Intro]
You keep speaking 'bout your problems, feel bad, but I feel like
Airing our calls for those friends you never liked
You know it's bad when they're involved, but it's worse when we communicate
I'll admit my wrongs, but you can't do the same?

[Chorus]
Save that, I don't wanna talk, boy
Know you ain't a saint, don't tell me 'bout your faith in God
You going to Hell, can't forgive, I ain't forgot
Don't lie to my face, bitch, what, you think I'm dumb?
Not a fan of whoever you are
I'd put holes through your friends, then put a bullet through your heart
Can't calm me down, someone get some Xans over here
Downtown, smile likе a bitch got Veneers

[Verse 1]
(Boy, I know) you must be up to something (Good)
Can you indulgе my vice?
(But) you hate my presence like some fetish
Damn, that must be nice
Blame every girl you don't like
Throw 'em to the dogs, go without a thought twice
Keep washing your hands 'til your skin bone white
Can't call you my friend, matter fact, I see you, it's on sight
[Bridge]
I don't fuck with hypocrites, hate the sinner, love the sin
If that saint come marching in, make sure they don't breath again
Tired motherfucker, old songs keeping you relevant
You ain't check in with me, boy, boy, you get what you get

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I ain't heartless, when them checks bounce, it get rough, huh?
A&R calls ain't coming, know you fucked up
Makes you really wonder what you praying for
Fuck it, baby, call me when you think you've had enough, uh (Or just)

[Chorus]
Save that, I don't wanna talk, boy
Know you ain't a saint, don't tell me 'bout your faith in God
You going to Hell, can't forgive, I ain't forgot
Don't lie to my face, bitch, what, you think I'm dumb?
Not a fan of whoever you are
I'd put holes through your friends, then put a bullet through your heart
Can't calm me down, someone get some Xans over here
Downtown, smile like a bitch got Veneers

[Outro]
I don't fuck with hypocrites, hate the sinner, love the sin
If that saint come marching in, make sure they don't breath again
Tired motherfucker, old songs keeping you relevant
You ain't check in with me, boy, boy, you get what you get