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letra de crack - angel mobb

(verse 1 nast)

i will cut a n-gga
punch a n-gga
i will never love a n-gga
we don’t f-cking smoke no swishers
candy nails painted vanilla
chillin with my thuggish k!llas
six lines of that snow give us that thrilla
luxurious fur coat like chinchilla
spent about, twenty million
step to my crew you will get sprayded
hangin with us, you will get blazed
we’ll come to your hood like everyday
you dusty -ss bithces better be afraid
did you hear what the f-ck i just said?
my girls and i are f-ckin crazy
talk to me you best come and pay me
can’t trap with us better stay in your lane b

(chorus)
we may look cute but don’t get fooled
you say you f-ck with us, we ain’t f-cking with you
grab the ak
don’t get sprayed
me and my n-ggas yeah we don’t play
we may look cute but don’t get fooled you say you f-ck with us
we ain’t f-ckin with you
grab the ak
dont get sprayed me and my n-ggas yeah we don’t f-ckin play

(verse 2 glockie)

run up on a loud b-tch hit her with a m-ffler
let ya dead body get eaten by a vulture
beat so hard it put yo -ss in a coma
this sh-t so crazy you ain’t never gon recover
run up on my team and you get your wig split
im puttin chili powder on a b-tches cl-toris
jedi mind tricks make it easy when hittin l1cks
thats about 5k on my sh-t on my wrist
n-ggas talkin silly get the glock to they lip
let a set of new braces
40 round clip
nails done, hair done everything did
and i’m rollin with my n-ggas
in the candy painted whip
we doin drive-bys in a rich neighborhood
blowin dandelions, cause i wish a n-gga would
blowin on that dro
we burnin like firewood
got you n-ggas scared like we in the brotherhood
brotherhood of evil
feelin like magneto
win in marvel versus capcon no cheat codes
imma beat yo -ss, no cheat -ss
imma send ur -ss to the grave no cheat code
ridin wit nast and we strapped with the tech
full metal jacket straight to your neck
you a ugly ho, lookin somethin like shrek
and if you runnin up on me
you bout to get your pockets checked

(verse 3 cheet)

f-ck a b-tch up
run up on her in chucks
when you see me and my k!llas, u better duck
im ignorant as f-ck
and if i got my glock, then you out of luck
tu off of lean and a blunt
mean as f-ck, still cute as f-ck
i’ll cap a b-tch
i’ll sn-tch a b-tch
just to see how motherf-ckin mad you’ll get
ya ho love me
these hoes love
she wish i was a dude, so she could f-ck me
if you a scared motherf-cka go to church
throwin bands at this b-tch while she twerk
im perfect
you ain’t worth sh-t
put ya hands in the air or you will get murked b-tch

- angel mobb

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