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letra de fallenangels - majinblxxdy

[verse 1: ethxrxxl]
[?] on my belt, b-tch, it’s two-tone
you ain’t gangster, don’t throw up my gang signs
in that ‘tayga still living the same life
[?] sh-t, i’m the reason this ain’t right
said he want smoke and got k!lled in the night
k!lled a n-gga, stabbed his bro with the same knife
n-ggas ain’t ’bout it, she just wanna f-ck all on me ’cause i’m clouted
it only take one call to get violent, my n-ggas they k!llers, they violent
she g—take one call to get violent, my n-ggas they k!llers, they violent
it only take one call to get violent, my n-ggas thеy k!llers, they violent
shе gag on the d-ck then she ride it
stab that boy in the neck when i smile, lil’ b-tch
n-gga want s—n-gga want smoke, we gon’ get his ass gone
n-gga want smoke, we gon’ send his ass home
call up majin—call up majin, put a hole in your dome
she a sl-t, she keep on giving me dome—giving me dome
ha, yeah—ha, yeah, and she is not stopping, sh-t, huh
karate, b-tch, how we chopping shi—we chopping sh-t
nick cannon, wildin’ out ’cause we wildin’ b-tch
told her, “come over,” tryna [?]
tryna f-ck the b-tch then i’ma kick her ass out
if she on the bed arched up, tell her, “get down”
i tell that b-tch i want mouth
call a uber, kick that b-tch out my house
call a uber, kick that b-tch out my home
7.62, it go straight to your dome
k!ll a n-gga with my god d-mn mask on ’cause i’m tryna keep that sh-t low and unknown
[verse 2: majinblxxdy]
i’m gon’ slide with my bro, run a route
b-tch-ass n-gga, better watch your tone
ride with some youngin’s that’s bad to the bone
on the road hittin’ juggs, i can’t pick up the phone
beat your ass like sylvester stallone
once we get the drop, we gon’ slide to your home
i stay in the trap with some loose screws
big mac on me, b-tch, put up that deuce-deuce—deuce-deuce
whole gang going schizo’, going cuckoo
feds, they be lurking, they watch me like hulu
[?] ran up the bag, they like, “who knew?”
ethxrxxl pop out the cut, he gon’ shoot you
i’m servin’ m—i’m serving my auntie, i feel like i’m goonew
droppin’ off packs, b-tch, i feel like the mail man
how you be—how you be trappin’? you don’t bring the scale in
he say he fight demons, we gon’ give him h-ll then

- majinblxxdy

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