What the Hell Lyrics
| Song | What the Hell |
| Artist | Lucille Crew |
| Album | Restless Mind / Exhausted Body |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gal De Paz/Joel Covington | |
| [Chorus] | |
| What the hell did I do last night? | |
| I don’t know where I am and don’t feel right | |
| The lights are out and the coast is clear | |
| Oh man, I gotta get outta here | |
| [1st verse] | |
| NAHHHH! | |
| I don't Miss no mistress, I Stress 'bout none | |
| Whether Sweet with big bangers | |
| Calicos and dum dums and Mossbergs, those large words | |
| Her larynx was Licking vocab | |
| Now, she's a pirate and I’m a nomad | |
| Now I’m not mad, just pissed and all aggi | |
| Since I best see shore | |
| Shells get tossed like dime baggies | |
| For Heart breaks in tragedy, and it’s: | |
| Good Morning bitch! | |
| Bad breath, eyes all baggie, clammed out, still crabby | |
| Tricks turned naggie and ruin the chemistry | |
| Oh, well, yeah! | |
| Punani turned to enemy | |
| And that was After she was so cock friendly | |
| From feather bed to north ave we shoot | |
| And shooters pull semi’s for lust and injury | |
| Tell me! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| What the hell did I do last night? | |
| I don’t know where I am and don’t feel right | |
| The lights are out and the coast is clear | |
| Oh man, I gotta get outta here | |
| [2nd verse] | |
| And now its home coming | |
| She ****ing up my fall | |
| Just like its last semester | |
| So are we children of a lesser God? | |
| Lectures with Lex Luther Vandross | |
| And it’s P&Q's, so cutie your Hands off | |
| In her Crack movements, G’ing her pack | |
| Moving' on Hand off so ease those dirty paws | |
| My metal tapes be high bias, since I’m an easy Ryder | |
| That zig zag and pull it back after the line like typewriters | |
| Those typewriters In the Guild | |
| I threw on my white on white Nike Cortez | |
| Paul Rodriguez, fitted cap over the dreads | |
| Now I'm stepping off the bed’s edge - thinking |
| zuo ci : Gal De Paz Joel Covington | |
| Chorus | |
| What the hell did I do last night? | |
| I don' t know where I am and don' t feel right | |
| The lights are out and the coast is clear | |
| Oh man, I gotta get outta here | |
| [1st verse] | |
| NAHHHH! | |
| I don' t Miss no mistress, I Stress ' bout none | |
| Whether Sweet with big bangers | |
| Calicos and dum dums and Mossbergs, those large words | |
| Her larynx was Licking vocab | |
| Now, she' s a pirate and I' m a nomad | |
| Now I' m not mad, just pissed and all aggi | |
| Since I best see shore | |
| Shells get tossed like dime baggies | |
| For Heart breaks in tragedy, and it' s: | |
| Good Morning bitch! | |
| Bad breath, eyes all baggie, clammed out, still crabby | |
| Tricks turned naggie and ruin the chemistry | |
| Oh, well, yeah! | |
| Punani turned to enemy | |
| And that was After she was so cock friendly | |
| From feather bed to north ave we shoot | |
| And shooters pull semi' s for lust and injury | |
| Tell me! | |
| Chorus | |
| What the hell did I do last night? | |
| I don' t know where I am and don' t feel right | |
| The lights are out and the coast is clear | |
| Oh man, I gotta get outta here | |
| [2nd verse] | |
| And now its home coming | |
| She ing up my fall | |
| Just like its last semester | |
| So are we children of a lesser God? | |
| Lectures with Lex Luther Vandross | |
| And it' s P Q' s, so cutie your Hands off | |
| In her Crack movements, G' ing her pack | |
| Moving' on Hand off so ease those dirty paws | |
| My metal tapes be high bias, since I' m an easy Ryder | |
| That zig zag and pull it back after the line like typewriters | |
| Those typewriters In the Guild | |
| I threw on my white on white Nike Cortez | |
| Paul Rodriguez, fitted cap over the dreads | |
| Now I' m stepping off the bed' s edge thinking |
| zuò cí : Gal De Paz Joel Covington | |
| Chorus | |
| What the hell did I do last night? | |
| I don' t know where I am and don' t feel right | |
| The lights are out and the coast is clear | |
| Oh man, I gotta get outta here | |
| [1st verse] | |
| NAHHHH! | |
| I don' t Miss no mistress, I Stress ' bout none | |
| Whether Sweet with big bangers | |
| Calicos and dum dums and Mossbergs, those large words | |
| Her larynx was Licking vocab | |
| Now, she' s a pirate and I' m a nomad | |
| Now I' m not mad, just pissed and all aggi | |
| Since I best see shore | |
| Shells get tossed like dime baggies | |
| For Heart breaks in tragedy, and it' s: | |
| Good Morning bitch! | |
| Bad breath, eyes all baggie, clammed out, still crabby | |
| Tricks turned naggie and ruin the chemistry | |
| Oh, well, yeah! | |
| Punani turned to enemy | |
| And that was After she was so cock friendly | |
| From feather bed to north ave we shoot | |
| And shooters pull semi' s for lust and injury | |
| Tell me! | |
| Chorus | |
| What the hell did I do last night? | |
| I don' t know where I am and don' t feel right | |
| The lights are out and the coast is clear | |
| Oh man, I gotta get outta here | |
| [2nd verse] | |
| And now its home coming | |
| She ing up my fall | |
| Just like its last semester | |
| So are we children of a lesser God? | |
| Lectures with Lex Luther Vandross | |
| And it' s P Q' s, so cutie your Hands off | |
| In her Crack movements, G' ing her pack | |
| Moving' on Hand off so ease those dirty paws | |
| My metal tapes be high bias, since I' m an easy Ryder | |
| That zig zag and pull it back after the line like typewriters | |
| Those typewriters In the Guild | |
| I threw on my white on white Nike Cortez | |
| Paul Rodriguez, fitted cap over the dreads | |
| Now I' m stepping off the bed' s edge thinking |
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