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Angels And Demons

 

Angels And Demons

(álbum: Time For Murder - 2018)


Haha, yeah

I know a lot of motherfuckers plotting, tryna get me
But I'ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me
I keep on rapping 'bout this life because I'm really 'bout it (For real)
I came up out my momma's pussy selling narcotics (Woo)
People talking, people blowing hate
All they talking is my failure, that's what they anticipate
And it ain't my birthday, but I always got that cake
If you talk 'bout selling drugs, I got my drugs in every state

I kill a motherfuck and I won't think twice
I'm the type o' motherfucker, that'll take the pussy's life (For real)
Ride a chopper in my trunk, and I ain't scared to use it (Pussy)
The way I pull that trigger, you could say that I abuse it
They wanna see me dead, fill my body up with lead
I use to get pounds of weed from my dawg in Homestead
And that bull was Mexicano (Yeah), he was like the Soprano (José)
You're just a fucking duck, I ain't talking 'bout Donald (Quack, quack)

I see Angels and Demons, I see Angels and Demons
I see Angels and Demons, I feel crazy

I know a lot o' motherfuckers plotting, tryna get me
But I'ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me
I keep on rapping 'bout this life because I'm really 'bout it (For real)
I came up out my momma's pussy selling narcotics (Woo)
People talking, people blowing hate
All they talking is my failure, that's what they anticipate
And it ain't my birthday, but I always got that cake
If you talk 'bout selling drugs, I got my drugs in every state, ay

Welcome to the mind of a maniac, where the fucking choppers at?
I'm about to kill a pussy-wreck, put a hole in his snap-back
Snap his neck like a Kit Kat, uh
You the type to do credit card fraud (You's a bitch)
And I'm the type to sell drugs and feed my dogs
I'm paying momma's bills, I'm screaming fuck-a-deal (Uh huh)
And I don't get lost in the fame because I know this shit ain't real

It's a cold world, this shit is fucked up
Keep on playing round with me, you gon' get shot up
I ain't never scared (Never), I ain't never scared (Never)
If they knew about my life I'd probably get the electric chair

I know a lot o' motherfuckers plotting, tryna get me
But I'ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me
I keep on rapping 'bout this life because I'm really 'bout it (For real)
I came up out my momma's pussy selling narcotics (Woo)
People talking, people blowing hate
All they talking is my failure, that's what they anticipate
And it ain't my birthday, but I always got that cake
If you talk 'bout selling drugs, I got my drugs in every state

I see Angels and Demons, I see Angels and Demons
I see Angels and Demons, I feel crazy

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