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letra de angels & demons - kidd adamz

[angels freestyle verse]

[verse]

they ain’t think i was gone be on the top
i got lil mama and she on the rocks
ima go drop 20 gs on a drop
big homie got all the ps in the trap
i had to cover the seats in the back
had the p-ssy so wet like a sea in the lac
lil mama wanna me beat from the back
dropping the top when i get on the scene
and i turn this b-tch up when i get on a bean
slow this b-tch down when i get on the lean
and i know that lil mama wanna get on the team
the shooter he ride with the stick on the seat
can’t n0body be dying we living to eat
we gone just fry em like fish in the sea
n-ggas be lying like they really geeked
i remember no one would listen to me
now they looking at me i’m getting them keys
gotta be real to come sit with some gs
we make the shots ain’t missin no 3s
was on the block, like shaq in the paint
n-gga clutching the glock, and trappin the dank
i came up from the back, the back of the lake
buss a brick into half, and pass out the cake
city like jungle my hood is a swamp
got the pills and white just say what you want
ain’t trippin on ice, i smoke me a blunt
and count up this money i made a hunch,-
bad lil b-tch, she do what she want
walk round the crib with the junk in the trunk
pop me a perc while i grip on her b-tt
she get on henny she turn to a sl-t
[demons freestyle verse]

[intro]

spinning the block til we find a opp
cause one of these n-ggas gone drop
like tell me who run it we takin em out
like f-ck it who calling the shots
cause i been on the block, was hitting the shops
i bust in your door f-ck a lock
put a rag round the stick and i let that b-tch hit
and left all them holes in your car
b-tch i got hittas on hittas on hittas on hittas
like tarzan i live with gorilllas
i pop me a pill and go light up a cigga
let’s get this sh-t poppin my n-gga
i’m cruising and clutching that fire my n-gga
i can’t go hide with no b-tches
that draco got oil don’t try it lil n-gga
that sh-t get to frying a n-gga

[verse]

if a n-gga putting dirt on my name he gon catch him bullet
i’m the type n-gga to smack on a bully
blunt with the choppa that’s wrapped in the skully
i’m afraid i cannot rap with n0body
i switch up like numbers on packs of the muddy
hoe keep on asking to pass her to the sticky
i pass her the blunt and go back to the money
laying low tryna get off with a brick
trapping and jugging been paying my rent
y’all n-ggas pie i can tell you lil b-tches
ridin thru dade like i stay in the 6
i can’t do general, stay in the vip
pop me a pill or two, stay on a perc
if that’s ya hoe better stay on alert
huh, you know we don’t play with them, yeah
we still got pounds in the house, huh
walk in walk out with the back end
f-ck a glock carry a mac-10
stick with the pump blow ya back in
never retreat we attacking
ever since 10 was in traps man
bad lil’ b-tch with the ass lawd
she tryna suck on my black skin
she in her feelings, she feeling me hard
5-star lil’ b-tch let me drill in her car
remember i used to pop pills at the park
if he lacking he might just get drilled in the dark
life full of sin gotta pray to the lord
i got some hittas they spray for ya boy
i got some workers they pay me & all
your b-tch in my crib and she taking it off
i got the drip, the let, huh
flooded my wrist, patek, huh
she suckin’ d-ck, she wet, huh
i cum on her lips, who next, huh
i jump in a fish, and flex, huh
i break down to brick, no step, huh
gotta b-tch and she strip, the lexx
keep a metal and blade, gilette
turn me up ima thot gimme lit
if it’s smoke then we popping the clips
ran it up i ain’t dropping no chips
ride around the with the glock on my hip
b-tch i’m clutching and talking my sh-t
got a b-tch lay ’em down in the bricks
got the beam and i silence the hit
(get down, kidd next up)
[intro]

- kidd adamz

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