All the Good Girls Go To Hell - FILV & Emma Peters

My Lucifer is lonely Standing there, killing time Can't commit to anything but a crime Peter's on vacation, an open invitation Animals, evidence Pearly Gates look more like a picket fence Once you get inside 'em Got friends but can't invite them Hills burn in California My turn to ignore ya Don't say I didn't warn ya All the good girls go to Hell 'Cause even God herself has enemies And once the water starts to rise And Heaven's out of sight She'll want the Devil on her team My Lucifer is lonely Look at you needing me You know I'm not your friend without some greenery Walk in wearin' fetters Peter should know better Your cover up is caving in Man is such a fool, why are we saving him? Poisoning themselves now Begging for our help, wow Hills burn in California My turn to ignore ya Don't say I didn't warn ya All the good girls go to Hell 'Cause even God herself has enemies And once the water starts to rise And Heaven's out of sight She'll want the Devil on her team My Lucifer is lonely There's nothing left to save now My god is gonna owe me There's nothing left to save now Haha! I cannot do this snowflake

All we knew was made yesterday Pair of bloody shoes for your cigarettes Don't get confused lost in your daze You've seen better days Oh oh Is this what you call Bleeding from within Drowning on your own Oh oh Where is my self control I can't hold it in Momma said I'm strong If you hate the world get a new prescription You'll be fine now When i hate myself and i loose all will I become my shadow

Everybody knows the devil went down to Florida And everybody goes "Roll Tide" up in Georgia John Deere's are blue and the bluegrass ain't green John Cash ain't cool and George Strait ain't king And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks And Fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help And I don't miss you baby and all dogs go to hell Everybody knows, girl, you're the one to blame I ain't gotta say I'm sorry 'cause I wouldn't change a thing Me and the boys are on the way to celebrate and paint this town I ain't halfway across it, ain't halfway to your house And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks And Fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help And I don't miss you baby and all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh And all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh I swear I ain't on your front porch Ain't knocking on your front door Ain't hat in hand, don't give a damn And I, I don't love you anymore And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks And Fall ain't made for football and dropping eight-point bucks Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help And I don't miss you baby No, I don't miss you baby at all Right And all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh All dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh All dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh Hey, all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh

Good Girls Gone Bad" (Feat. Drake) Since BIG ain't here, I'mma do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave for Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it down, gettin' beat on by their man Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10 We don't beat on Kat Stacks we just bring it to an end And we don't wanna see Nicki fighting Lil Kim There's missin' women out there, let's just focus on them This song is dedicated to Natalee Holloway I feel for her Daddy, so I wrote this on Fathers Day I know she gone, but she ain't far away I just had a daughter, pass me that cigar 'Ye I'm about to tell a story, everybody parlay Sit back, listen while I kick it, the Compton Boulevard way My daddy used to beat up on my mama all day So I took my chronic out and slept in the hallway I learned this the hard way When police came our way, my daddy had his act on Like it never happened: (Broadway) Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you Now my mama good, nigga, she ain't gotta deal wit' ya You want some money? Nigga I ain't get a deal wit' ya You ain't sayin' nothin', you like a still picture You better thank God you still breathing air cause You coulda went out, like ya boy Steve McNair Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no (I, wont) If you don't, you gon' really love us (I said I wont) Please don't use us, dooon't Good evening, I'm in Chicago at the Elysian With some girls that say they models, but hmm... I don't believe 'em Who's still gettin' tested? Wheres all the women at, could still remember who they slept with? Where's all the girls too busy studying to make the guest list? But when you do go out, you still working with what you was blessed with Do it girl, I'll be your King, be a Queen Latifah I love ya ass like Milhouse love Lisa I love ya ass like the ninja turtles love pizza Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of You got it girl, this song remind me of Kat from Philly A girl I used to love but still she started acting silly Her hearts a lil' chilly, she a little too carefree In 10 years, who's paying for all that therapy Umm, nigga not me! Yeah, I'm probably not the man you take me for But I bet I could be if you make me yours Most of the shit I say is true When I'm done with bad bitches I'm coming straight to you Good girl Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't, you gon' really love us Please don't use us, dooon't Drizzy, I'm sittin here watchin' Basketball Wives Like ugh, them is basketball wives? Only cute one, Gloria, that's my nigga Matt Barnes chick Can't swim in that poon fool, that's a crucial conflict Never sleep with the wife of niggas you eat with And never buy a chick a bag on the first day Or pop a bottle with her on her birthday And tell her ass, get on That type of shit'll get you spit on I don't hit on girls, I just hit on girls Like "hey lil mama, come in Game and Drizzy world" "Get busy girl, drink that Rose til you dizzy girl" She walking round the club all lost like "where is he, girl?" He on the top of the charts next to Beyonce Right under Kanye, so let the Dom spray That's your girl, nigga go on make her cry Soon as you do, I'm pulling up in that Porsche, like "Lets ride" Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't, you gon' really love us Please don't use us, dooon't Word on the news stand, Alicia got herself a man And that's my nigga Swizzy, know you see Game and Drizzy Surrounded by them diamonds, Imma cold mackin Nigga its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went Just tell me where them dimes went So I can get em fitted, let em beat a bridesmaid at the wedding for my niggas Yeah I'm married to the game And she married to my chain, watching Boys In The Hood