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letra de angels & gangstaz - no savage

[intro]
it’s crazy a b-tch n-gga snitched, i thought we was better than that, better than that
i seen n-ggas goin’ to h-ll, them boys wasn’t wrappin’ the, wrappin’ the sack
i seen n-ggas go in that jail when they wasn’t wrappin’ the sack, b-tch
mob, run that b-tch, uh, uh, i saw a—
uh, uh

[chorus]
i saw a street n-gga fold, i thought he was better than that (better than that)
got opp n-gga callin’ my phone, i’m ridin’ ’round catchin’ a nat (i want the b-tch neck)
and i know you n-ggas be goin’ to jail, not reppin’ the set (they ain’t reppin’ the set)
i’m cut from a whole different cloth, i never could f-ck with a rat (these n-ggas be rats)
i kidnap an opp-ass n-gga, then torture his ass with a bat, uh (i smash in his head with a bat)
bangin’ like i’m in a gang, k!ll a n-gga for some rep (i need my f-ckin’ respect)
i do what i do, houdini the work, make this sh-t go poof
we run in your house, where the f-ck is the loot?
he don’t give it up, we gon’ hit him with twenty-two
(my angel a gangster, that sh-t livin’ through me)

[verse]
opps sayin’ they got drop on the spot
we pushin’ up on ’em soon as they get back
i’m hittin’, they hurdlin’ like they in track
n-ggas be shootin’, but whole time hot
hah, cap-ass n-gga
i’m a i get you got-ass n-gga
pack up the dope, throw the boot to the white b-tches
ain’t n0body with me ’cause savage don’t like n-ggas
i give you convo, but i can’t f-ck with you
i check n-ggas’ temperatures, seein’ what’s up with ’em
you get you some money, you might got cut n-ggas
uh, n-ggas be sneaky, you know that sh-t risky
i see through the sh-t if a n-gga act fishy
big glock on my hip, point it right to his biscuit
he made a choice, one stupid decision
and the side of his top got blew through the window
think we goin’ out sad and i’ma start spinnin’
any car wop ridin’ in gotta be tinted
n-ggas be k!llin’ for names, tellin’ everybody they did it
n0body know ’bout the times i hit sh-t
if i’m in the car, then you go hear some big sh-t
i’m makin’ fake pages, tryna trick sh-t
i came out the cut, he thought it was trick, b-tch
he sayin’ sh-t, but he don’t know the definition
young n-gga dumb, youngin don’t listen
tell a n-gga like me come fishin’
get up on him, put some holes in him for him slippin’
now your hood got put you to rest
sh-t real smoke, we ain’t doin’ no messages
i bought a crate full of dracs from a mexican
spankin’ and swappin’, b-tch, we just finessin’
that b-tch ate my nut like she drinkin’ a beverage
n0body know why she ate, i don’t tell it
b-tch wrote a book and ended up on ellen
one on the one, that’s what i’m sellin’
’bout to go get a license to tote on that weapon
i hope a n-gga don’t come try to test it
i’m a young n-gga with a lot of revenue
hit the pot and throw my junkie the residue
you can move how you want, but you gotta stay cool
stay tight and be smart, you can’t let n-ggas fool you
if you give a b-tch somethin’, she might try use you
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout all, but that’s what they usually do
that b-tch got the sauce, ooh
wop can’t f-ck her, that b-tch ran-through
b-tch, how you f-ck all of them dudes?
when i got the word what you do, it f-cked up my mood
[chorus]
i saw a street n-gga fold, i thought he was better than that (better than that)
got opp n-gga callin’ my phone, i’m ridin’ ’round catchin’ a nat (i want the b-tch neck)
and i know you n-ggas be goin’ to jail, not reppin’ the set (they ain’t reppin’ the set)
i’m cut from a whole different cloth, i never could f-ck with a rat (these n-ggas be rats)
i kidnap an opp-ass n-gga, then torture his ass with a bat, uh (i smash in his head with a bat)
bangin’ like i’m in a gang, k!ll a n-gga for some rep (i need my f-ckin’ respect)
i do what i do, houdini the work, make this sh-t go poof
we run in your house, where the f-ck is the loot?
he don’t give it up, we gon’ hit him with twenty-two
(my angel a gangster, that sh-t livin’ through me)

- no savage

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