Lyrics:
Christ is born and the devil's in hell
Hearts they shrink, pockets swell
Everybody know and nobody tell
Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn
and the devil's in hell
Hearts they shrink, pockets swell
Everybody know and nobody tell
Little wheel spin and spin
Big wheel turn around and around
Little
Blueface, baby
Yeah, aight
I'm on tour like a tourist
I'm on tour like a tourist
I'm on tour like a tourist (tourist)
I pull up in a Porsche,
you up 'cause you look like hell
And you were on your own trip
And we were hell on wheels, hell on wheels
Dirty screaming white hot jeans
Looking
club
But I love it when you show me love
See your face in the light
It’s a hell of a night
So baby just turn it up
We on tour-tour-tour, uh uh oh
We
Ill's my skill
Tryna build my mills (why'd ya, why'd ya, why'd ya)
Kill my chill
So I had to get wheels like Hill (ay)
Wheels like Hill (wheels
vroom
I said vroom, vroom
I need you to grab the wheel
Tryna chill, but, you make it hard for me for real
I need you to grab the wheel, hell yeah
I can ride my bike with no wheels at all
No wheels at all
No wheels at all
I can ride my bike with no wheels at all
No wheels at all
No wheels at all
rippin' through your town
We've had enough of the raw deals
Hit the road and tell ya how it feels
Like hell on wheels
Like hell on wheels
Like hell
some more yeah
I work off commission like I’m Going door-to-door here
Runnin roun the city
I feel like I’m on a
Tour here tour here tour here Tour here
Right hand to God
Roj Mahal Trash Mahal
The realest of them all
Spawgel... Shit...
Nigga went to hell and back
Why am I in hell
Nigga been to hell
Walking with shooters you know
They gon kill'
Hop in da Beamer behind the wheel
Makin em' drop selling dem pills
We leavin the trenches
Straight to hills
Just hoping you gonna ride with me
Aye
Aye
Slide with me
G4 take tours in sky with me
Aye
All wheel speed it up
I can feel you creeping up
I'm
like a
De tour through hell
Everywhere I walk like
De tour through hell
Every dream my dream is
De tour through hell
De tour through hell
Any pure
Ezekiel saw the wheel
Way up in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw the wheel
Way in the middle of the air
The big wheel run by faith
The little
Ezekiel saw the wheel
Way up in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw the wheel
Way in the middle of the air
The big wheel run by faith
The little
I'm afraid I'm going to hell to hell to hell to hell to hell hell
I'm afraid I'm going to hell to hell to hell to hell to hell hell
I'm afraid I'm
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
you first met me you fell in love with my song
Woman, woman, woman, I ain't got no skill
She says You're pretty good behind a wheel Johnny and it's your
Well I'm hell on wheels I'm a roll on mama
I can slide down places that you never knew
Try me on for size at the roll-a-rama
If you tie my laces
at the Stanley
Drinking with a long lost friend
Back in the car, spinnin' my wheels
Cutting through that dusty wind
I didn't see it comin'
Hell on wheels
comin’ back
Ain’t no comin’ back now
Sparks fly from red hot steel
No body stop hell on wheels
Its a hell on wheels yeah
Hell
Mothers, hide your sons
The second hellrider came
From the flaming seas and molten sands
Pipers playing Hell's commands
Poured out his poison
With his
Running from the nightmare
In the middle of the road
Hell's no place for sleeping
In a world beyond control
Caught in the headlights
Coming
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