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letra de clowns - m1chael ang3lo

(verse 1)
24 7 always up on the job
no p-ssycats here, only run with the dogs
bring your b-tch by to take a run with my dogs
or don’t come around here
don’t be f-ckin’ with my mob
9 zero 5, westside brampton born & raised
grew up with some homies strapped with arms
that they were born to raise
e.c represent, lake louise resident
have you seen the woman over here?
them angels heaven-sent
left when i was 18, been moving ever since
i’ve been working, i’ve been cooking
i’ve been groovin’ with the wrist
kicked out of every house, all my roomates getting p-ssed
kept it moving, by my lonely
no excuse, i’m with the sh-ts

(chorus)
f-ckin’ around
might get your head knocked off for a block or two
watch who you’re talking to
know where you’re walking to
y’all some clowns on halloween you’re just f-ckin’ around
f-ckin’ around f-ckin’ around
might get your head knocked off for a block or two
watch who you’re talking to
y’all some clowns on halloween

(verse 2)
dabbin, come take a dip
press play for the drip
y’all got no drive, i’ve stayed in the whip
i don’t want your b-tch i’ve got my own
she’s a cane & a pit
you a lame you a miss
you bark & we bite back
have you even heard mike rap
like floyd in the ring; wouldn’t ever wanna fight that
you could not strike back
keep it locked up in the bike rack
b-tch you better pipe back
im wired, you tired, huh
add a little bit of sauce before you fire it up
double check the gears before you wire it up
better watch your f-ckin’ mouth before i wire it shut
lately, been finding more fire in the
tips of my lighters & candles & matches
i’m giving out tips to these writers in batches
open the packaging, dope you’re unraveling
write a few bars ‘cuz i’m sick of the babbling
can’t find the beat, you’re not rapping you’re travelling
disasters, i came for these b-st-rds
try not to laugh, you’re the reason they’re happening
hold up, let me catch my breath
if you’re looking to climb, better add some steps
stop looking at me for what happens next

(verse 3)
everyone copying sh-t, no one is stopping the sh-t
im fresh to death, even my closet come with a coffin & sh-t
really feeling like i’m a boss in this b-tch, under 30 homie
katana blade if i murder homie, no burner homie
wanna bring the beef, i eat burgers homie
you heard me homie
don’t wanna be burned, dont play with fire; i’m an open flame
heat i’ll rise, ’til you know my name
i’ve been focusing, more now then ever
back in business, moving weight; it’s like i’m back in fitness
stacking digits like a mathemetician
same motherf-ckin’ day but the pack is different
changed my ways but i’ve been acting different
i’d die for this sh-t, i’d give up my life for this sh-t
i’d sin every night, confess every morning
i’m willing to ride for this sh-t
these rappers are trash they’re not saying nothing
i barely be vibing to this

all they doing is just f-ckin’ around
f-ckin’ around f-ckin’ around

- m1chael ang3lo

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