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twista – devil’s angel كلمات اغاني

far from an angel, more like a devil
black suvs, heavy metal, got my foot on the pedal
murdering you right where you stand if i ever catch you
i can fill your back up with sh-lls from this .38 special
won’t stop till i murder every rapper, i’m finna replenish
went through a killing spree for years and i never repented
father, forgive me, i sinned and have no problem admitting
i’m like god to these b-tches, my only problem’s a mitten
got black on my gloves, black on my mask
shoot every hit, miss and i’m coming back on yo’ -ss
i won’t hold back, i’mma blow and knock you flat on yo’ -ss
my lil’ n-gg-s’ll blow and they ride for the cash
i’m a hitter for hitters, i sold my soul to the streets
these motherf-ckers thought i sold my soul to the beast
don’t give a f-ck about the murder rate, i’ll help it increase
i got the realer gorilla sh-t embedded in me
if i should die right now, i pray my dark soul you can keep
’cause i’m corrupted, i hang with killers, gangstas, elites
i’m up in this b-tch wildin’ for chiraq, what you think?
i catch him in traffic, wreck it and rock him to sleep

black on my gloves, black on my hoodie
i got it on me for any p-ssy n-gg- that push me
if i want it, i take it, angel of satan
i’m a hitter for hitters, just know that jesus was waiting
black on my gloves, black on my mask
it’s a funeral, n-gg-, that’s on the gas
life, i’mma take it, angel of satan
i’m a hitter for hitters, just know that jesus was waiting

fresh off the corner where n-gg-s hustle and kick it
politicing with gangstas and f-cking with b-tches
but never lock and try me, the sh-t’ll get different
they know that i keep it on me and god as my witness
i been the business, probably think i holding the torch
i was only 12 or 13 when i first rapped on the porch
battling n-gg-s up in the park, i wasn’t playing no sports
man, i wanted the whole thing, i wasn’t taking no shorts
i call up the guys, and we take a ride
if we catch you locking, n-gg-, then we getting fire
’cause we tryna rock you, don’t wanna see you alive
if we slide up on him, swiss cheese him, he won’t survive
i’m telling you n-gg-s ain’t ready, b-tch, any n-gg- could get it
money, power and p-ssy, yes, that’s my religion
proper preparation prevents poor performance in winning
i’m from where them n-gg-s ain’t hungry but they stay in the kitchen
i tell they mama to pray, look, b-tch, i’m god
i know i sinned in the past but i beat the odds
i put in work, i did it for squad
forever i’m cursed, i done been hit from the mob

- twista

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