Lyrics What the Hell - Lucille Crew

What the Hell

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
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!
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
And now its home coming
She fucking 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