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letra de temptation - thugga massina

[hook]
the devil keeps on knocking at my door
got on that red dress looking so
looking so d-mn good to me
but i know she ain’t good for me
the angels, they don’t feel welcome no more
they say this jazzy belle got my soul
and ain’t no d-mn hope for me
just a long sad road for me

[verse 1]
angel knocking at my door, the devil opened up
i’ve been down this path before, man i was broke as f-ck
started selling coke and dust, you know my trap was bunking
young n-gga had them grams jumping like larry johnson
from nothing to something, f-ck that dripping sh-t
you n-ggas clean and broke, i’m trying to be filthy rich
sh-t i been lost my innocence
back when kevin hart was a buster, i was in the mix
kitchen mitts and an erlenmeyer flask
splitting bricks on some ether sh-t, i put 36 in a karate class
designer bags with the tevin campbell logo
for all the b-tches who ready to give up the cho cho
i remember when the only ops i had was photos
driving coupes now the only ops i had was 4 doors
everything was moving slow-mo
sh-t was dragging like komodo, but now we in go mode
[hook]
the devil keeps on knocking at my door
got on that red dress looking so
looking so d-mn good to me
but i know she ain’t good for me

[verse 2]
you pull out then you better bust it
i got a drac’ with a dot, call that poetic justice
i’m well adjusted to the grind, and i ain’t scared of nothing but my mind
and the time, must encapsulate my prime
to navigate the binds of this cruel world
all i need is a hot mic and a cool girl, watch me take over
until we all ball like major payne’s soldiers
sh-t maybe i can take this thing global
if i can just remain sober
but these temptations calling, david ruffin on line 1, i’m on line 3
but it ain’t no wiping my nose, n-gga mine clean
my drugs are the finer things
and crime scenes being left a mess ‘cause n-ggas rep their sets
and turn shooters into jerry west
body outlined over red and blue
look at the bullsh-t we’ve fed into

[bridge]
the devil keeps on knocking at my door
and i’m so fascinated by the side show
where you get clapped and n-ggas yell out bravo
and we still screaming f-ck 5-0
my ego’s elevated by the bottle
so please don’t look at me like a role model
you’ll get infatuated with the high hopes
and wonder where the f-ck did the time go?
[hook]
the devil keeps on knocking at my door
got on that red dress looking so
looking so d-mn good to me
but i know she ain’t good for me
the angels, they don’t feel welcome no more
they say this jazzy belle got my soul
and ain’t no d-mn hope for me
just a long sad road for me

- thugga massina

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