3CE Match Made in Hell Lyrics:
[J GINN]
J GINN…STAUTUS
I’m from the northwest
What’d you think…what’d you think
[3CE]
Baby turn around
Baby turn around
Baby turn around
Baby turn around
[J GINN]
I see you over there poppin that ass
Like I’m in a strip club dropping some cash
But there ain’t no roll, and there ain’t no pole
So I’m wondering why you got my Johnson swole
Trust chic, I ain’t the top of the pick
Seen confessions of the dangerous mind
I’m the dangerous kind
You can call me strawberry dick
A relationship just can’t exist
Sorry about all of that panty mist
Due to the fact that I’m the rap evangelist
Well I guess one dance ain’t shit
Them lips, that ass; I can’t handle this
Looking hotter than models from Los Angeles
But trust chic, you don’t want a man like this
Believe me; I can’t let you into my mind
If you see what I see then you’ll wanna be blind
Why the hell do you even wanna be mine
Cause I’m a Libra; and you followed the signs
Or cause you and your girlfriend swallowed the wine
You ain’t never seen a heart that’s as hollow as mine
[3CE]
Baby turn around and let me see you slide back down
I know you’re coming here for me
But do you think that we can be
How can you love me when I don’t even like myself
And I can hear the wedding bells
Cause we’re a match that’s made in hell
[J GINN]
Last thing I remember we were dancing to beats
And I guess that you had sex with me
Cause now you’re waking up next to me
With my hairy, naked ass in the sheets
Alright check this; here’s some breakfast
What’s your name; oh nice to meet you Alexis
I ain’t gonna lie; I ain’t gonna call you
And for all purposes last night was all you
Might of gotten sleazy when I blacked out
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/noS2 ]But if you said no then I would’ve passed out
What, are you gonna ask for cash now
Don’t let the door hit you on the ass now
It’s not you; it’s me, quit crying dumb dumb
I’m the man that the cliché comes from
I’m an insane pothead boozer
That can’t respect you cause you fucked a loser
Yeah last night we made the bed rock
But what, you think we was heading for wedlock
You gonna marry a guy heading for hell
I can’t love you if I hate myself
[3CE]
Baby turn around and let me see you slide back down
I know you’re coming here for me
But do you think that we can be
How can you love me when I don’t even like myself
And I can hear the wedding bells
Cause we’re a match that’s made in hell
[3CE & J GINN]
You know that you look good
A younger me could love you
But you would just choke on the Halo that’s above you
What is in your eyes; I cannot live up to
I’m afraid to try again so until then: fuck you
[J GINN]
I got thoughts in my mind that can take me places
But it ain’t puppies and happy faces
I’m JG crazy; walk around hazy
See me walking on beaches or burping babies
You only like me cause I’m kicking you out
I’m evil; why haven’t you figured it out
I only like your titties, ass, and thighs
I lied; I like the reflection of me in your eyes
But I don’t know why you see him
I can’t be him, so quit dreaming
Live your life, get the fuck out, get the fuck out
Why I gotta tell you twice
[3CE]
Baby turn around
Baby turn around
Baby turn around
Baby turn around
[3CE]
Baby turn around and let me see you slide back down
I know you’re coming here for me
But do you think that we can be
How can you love me when I don’t even like myself
And I can hear the wedding bells
Cause we’re a match that’s made in hell
[J GINN]
3CE…J GINN
I’m from the northwest
A little bit of rock and roll
A little bit of rap
I gotta keep it real to where I’m from
Shout out to Taran the Tank
This is some catchy shit Dan
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Lyrics: Match Made in Hell, 3CE [end]