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letra de i don't like (freestyle) - angel haze

[intro.]
it’s young gypsy in this b-tch
i don’t like
there’s a lotta sh-t in this f-ck -ss world that i don’t like
but, you know. angel haze

[verse 1: angel haze]
look, f-ck all these b-tch -ss n-ggas and these b-tch -ss b-tches, don’t f-ck with these trick -ss n-ggas
always wanna talk about your whips and a b-tch and how he quick to cl!ck, clack, hit that trigger
none of y’all n-ggas fit in that picture, only sh-t you smoke is in that swisher
talk about your scene where you been for the sales and the green and i mean all that sh-t that figures
always seem to wonder how it gets that way. how living a lie becomes the sh-t that pays
how the wonder of the color for a stupid motherf-cker and it never really enough until it gets that grey
black is perilous, it’s just that shade
hold up n-gga, drop my beat
how the f-ck you live in a world where ever since birth you were meant to not succeed?
idolizing n-ggas that will die behind a n-gga that was lied to a n-gga that will not succeed
idolizing b-tches that will rely to other b-tches that pretend about their sh-t, but did not succeed
i’m simply an informant the cycle of the garn that was introduced by some n-ggas that you should not believe
basically, all the n-ggas you look up to looked up to a n-gga that did not succeed
anyway, i’m ham on these motherf-ckers
stomping on their face, toejam on these motherf-ckers
get me mad enough, i’ll cloak and dagger up. say church, amen, lay hands on these motherf-ckers
all i do is talk that real sh-t, no really, i’m ’bout that real sh-t
walk up in the spot, b-tches fiend for my presence cause they’ve never felt the essence of a real b-tch
whoop, whoop, real b-tch. whoop, whoop, real sh-t
i’m out here on that trill sh-t, flow wetter than some seal lips
i’m in this b-tch like all day, f-ck these b-tches like always
ain’t one b-tch out that can step to the kid
i’ll k!ll them and have them drawn like paul frank
shook ones, i know that you shook son
i see you eating at your card like a book worm
jealous ones f-cking envy, good and f-cking plenty
a hating -ss b-tch is some sh-t i don’t like and i ain’t got that in me
in me, i ain’t got that in me
i don’t need no friends, ho. i’m not f-cking friendly
i don’t f-ck around ho, i get ratchet quickly
b-tches, not out here f-cking with me
weak -ss b-tches that’s out in the world and i don’t like that plenty
funny. i don’t like you anyway
you f-cking suck, i’ll murder you like any day
b-tch, f-ck off

- angel haze

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