Video Hell Usa de Aaronya 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaronya - Hell Usa Lyrics

[Verse 1]

On the block Smith 53 where a nigga lived

As a kid told myself that o would never touch a cig

22 I’m in Brian’s crib smoking on a pack

It was me Georgie and Devonte working in the trap

We would rap 20 songs a night on a broken mic

I told niggas I would make it and I put that on my life

Jesus Christ damn this nigga nice what them niggas say

It’s all good with this rapping shit but stay up out my way

USA has station copping lucies with the team

Papi thought that we were young he tried to give us 2 for 3

I’ll be damned if I let Ali Baba play me like a fiend

We ain’t have no blue face hundreds we were out here chasing green
Had a pair of Jordan bunnies they were splitting at the seams

We were smoking black and milds we were out here chasing green

Bitches tried to infiltrate we were tighter than their jeans

Niggas tried to infiltrate all they seen was triple beams

Welcome to hell USA hell USA

You ain’t got no fucking money better make your own way

You ain’t got no trap money then you better fucking pray

Cause the wolves are always hungry and you looking like some prey dog



[Verse 2]

Put a 30 pack on a niggas head

If a nigga front than a nigga dead

See the same bitch that you niggas wed
Is the same hoe giving niggas head

Man my bitch she mighty fine

Fuck that bitch like 20 times

Eat skittles so when I cum

She can taste the rainbow when we 69

She ride the dick like a Kawasaki and she call me papi when she hit the spot

Young nigga when I hit the block

Young chef when I hit the pot

Young Kobe when I shoot my shot

Swear to god that I never miss

Gotta pass it to the bro

Lonzo Ball with the assist
Hell USA



[Joey Alves Verse]

Yellow diamonds that's on the wrist

Got a home in Cuba bankroll in Switz

Know a couple Kanan's always roll wit blicks

Face painted like they roll with Kiss

You American niggas make you Swiss

Barbarian niggas make you bitch

Girl staring man niggas take your bitch

I sware again man these niggas pissed

Won't father you

Baby bottle or coddle you

I just do what I gotta do

Copped the nine eleven that's Sonic blue

So clock my speed

Ain't no running pass me

I'm a quarter pass three

Yeah a nigga OD I