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letra de tenshi - dead cypher records, oh gasm!, scriptz, jozie haze, youngmindtrip

[intro: oh gasm!]
yo, it’s lowkey dead
o-o-oh gasm!

[hook]
[?]
a-n-g-e-l
angel, angel, a-n-g-e-l
[?]
a-n-g-e-l
angel, angel, a-n-g-e-l

[verse 1: oh gasm!]
hi-hi-hidin’ out
a single one you gotta go
i got 12 shots loaded and you know it finna blow
fi-finna blow
you don’t really wanna know about your bro
the clique done got your life wrapped up with some rope
ke-keep back
end up-end up like ya family all in a trap
imaginary cuz you fosterin’ that whack
crawlin’ out the shadows all up in your mind
try to copy my moves
try to copy my grind
[verse 2: scriptz]
sunny, sunny, sunny side up
for the motherf-ck
who wants to take up my vinyl hit
to bl–dy up my final sl-ts
i’m looking like a pimp, you hit me, then i’ll hang my nuts
on yo face, i’ll smack yo pace, and usurp all your barrel luck
cut it, katari with a metal whip
kesari, now around your neck, i’m sorry
i’ll stomp all the rat, it’s blurry, drunk on blood
i got that bat i’ll make yo body thud
it’s strapped with nails through your spine
i’ll crack ya paralyze yo strut, b-tch

[break]
angel, angel, angel, angel, angel
angel, angel, angel, angel, angel
angel, angel, angel, angel, angel, angel, angel

[verse 3: jozie haze]
angel devil baby make a deal with me, demon please
you won’t let em touch us, i feel safe and so i sleep with ease
don’t you leave or cheat me, slash like kendo when i’m reapin g’s
chibi like a nendo, grip extendo when i keep the piece
if you touch my baby, ima have to let it bust
he text me ya name and face, i roll up like a dutch
i’m possessive, i’m protective, but that is a must
i cut off ya hands and head and then i leave you in the dust
[verse 4: youngmindtrip]
trip and jozie in the cut
turn em into gooey stuff
when you see the uzi, duck
cause i’ll bop, bop, bop, and wet you up
my b-tch with the sh-ts like akame
creeping out the shadows like kagami
smokin on bubonic plague
we shippin out them bricks like andale
dcr tha gang, b-tch you know we up them poles
if she got a man, yeah you know i’ll f-ck em both
he was talkin sh-t, now he got d-ck up in his throat
yeah i k!lled the p-ssy and it’s murder that she wrote

[hook]
[?]
a-n-g-e-l
angel, angel, a-n-g-e-l
[?]
a-n-g-e-l
angel, angel, a-n-g-e-l

- dead cypher records oh gasm scriptz jozie haze youngmindtrip

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