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letra de ghetto angels - juniorsavv

[intro: juniorsavv & nyctaz]
grah grah
it’s junior
it’s juniorsavv
baow boaw boaw
(keep chatting my name for fame i dare you)
gang gang
(like keep chatting my name for fame i dare you)
only my ghetto angels y’hurrd
baow boaw
(jak)
grah grah like
nyctaz y’hurrd
we’re cripping for jb
we’re crippin for nazzy
big doa
free ak
free pdot y’hurrd
baow baow

[verse 1: nyctaz]
hop out, throwing shots
we is the demons that is spinning his block
don’t run, don’t lack
catch us an opp, get shot in his back
ayo muddy, go fl!ck
if he jacking the opps, gon’ get beat with the stick
if he run but i pray that he trip
don’t run
put the beam on his hip
don’t run like don’t lack
catch me an opp get two to his back
[?] the pack with the makk’s
hop out the v, i was quick to attack
keep a knock, i can’t go out like matt
like n-gga got poked by a f-g like
die o’z y’all know what i jack like
trpk y’all n-ggas is packed
i’m all that, keep me a [?]
run up on me get took off the scene like
long live ripp
long live ldot
long live kev
long live dashii
long live james
catch me opp get put on a chain
f-ck that, put that n-gga on a poster
shots to his brain now he shaking his shoulders
get on my body
mr.”promote the violence”
shoot through their block with my knock going silent
pop me a perc and take him off the islands
like d-mn lil’ taz
n-gga like you wildin’
i don’t care what they say
if i catch me a opp
send it to his brain
pop me a perc got me feeling like wayne
if i catch me an opp then i’m letting it rain
[verse 2: doyis]
ygk, y’all ain’t get back
i’m mr. “leave a n-gga in a pack”
free pdot, got booked for the strap (grah)
i don’t know why these n-ggas tryna cap (grah grah)
like your man’s ain’t stuck in a coffin
when i see tay i’mma cl!ck it and off him
oyk, y’all living in torture
kay kay, you is living is boston
notti gang, to my d-ck
armani, how is you oy again
and you tried to blame it on your sister
you was lowkey moving like a b-tch
ha, i’m smoking on jelly
like, let’s talk on the facts like
yellow got shot in his bean and e with the dot put the dot to his e
doa
do you wanna meet him?
talking on jayrippk you must wanna see him
oyogz to my wee wee
smoking on noah his pack kick easy
on gang, i’mma blast it
on bro, i want all the static
lil’ bouba got left in the attic
bro was flipping like gymnastics
[verse 3: juniorsavv]
on their block tryna ’cause some havoc
talking online you know we ain’t having it
online, they’re rap-capping it
but on the block you know i’m slapping it
spin on the block, we do it again
stop chatting online go ride for your friend
they think it’s a joke until my boy got left in the benz
(put in a benz get stuck in a benz)
his mouths keeps running had to get that checked
bad boy from the b you know we step
(don’t talk my name, might mess up your heath)
call my man an elf
got put on a shelf
pull up we’re the ghetto angels
these funky tunes ain’t gonna save you
had to make it straight these man don’t listen
too crazy bro keeps cl!cking
ayo doyis, keep spinning
he’s mad ’cause his bro ain’t living
(pull up we’re the ghetto angels, these funky tunes ain’t gonna save you, ayo doyis, keep spinning)
yeah, we like that, we keep on spinning
they’re typing inside when we’re out here drilling
like a villain i’m out here chilling
(jak)

- juniorsavv

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