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angel haze - no bueno lyrics

(verse)
step out the crib lots of b-tches
dusty -ss b-tches be right in my sh-t
you f-ckin consumers can lay on cl-t
i’m winnin on b-tches who dyin to quit
i’m winnin on b-tches, i’m eatin these switches
i’m huntin these hoes so they slittin they wrists
so they slittin they wrists with the hands on the bible
yelling out â€œangel i’m so suicidalâ€
i’m not here workin with hoes
but i got these b-tches on smash
you see they think i’m not using dro
until i put my foot in they -ss
and i’m runnin right through on my gun and i’m tillin
i’m servin these hoes like a f-ckin religion
you b-tches is over
i’m f-ckin pretendin you n-gg-s is b-tches
i’m done and you finished

(pre-hook)
n-gg-s talk, you’re not supposed to
my b-tches i had hand on old school
they’re runnin digits, what they told to

(hook)
this situation is below me
i’m your f-ckin motivation, b-tch you owe me
i switched it up, you just continue with the old me
they catch up, they catch up cuz you don’t owe me
b-tch, if you owed me
just you know, you know
you always shadow chasin, that’s no bueno, no bueno
i’m workin while you waitin yea ’cause you know, you know
you always shadow chasin
b-tches you want me, b-tches you want me

(verse)
i never gave a f-ck about a n-gg-
ruled in my city just surrounded by my b-tches
all about me, myself and me no lie
money over every f-ckin thing fo life
yall b-tches don’t sense
no, yall b-tches don’t make no cents
i try to put hoes on a f-ckin main road
but just stay on that old sh-t
and say say praise god
b-tches keep yo day job
i hit em with the tats and i break the b-tches necks
and no i won’t, i can’t stop
and i’mma keep going
now don’t be waitin til the brain stop
and b-tch i fit like i’m preppin the heat
waving all of yall sh-t just ain’t so

(pre-hook)
n-gg-s talk, you’re not supposed to
my b-tches i had hand on old school
they’re runnin digits, what they told to

(verse)
b-tch you out here runnin on my ends only
b-tches is playin over you b-tches
the same f-ck what you sayin,
the sh-t that i spit is insane, our glow has got this on frame
all of you b-tches get hit by them n-gg-s who hit on yo b-tches and called it a train
bros can’t remember yo name
what the f-ck is you sayin, b-tch?
all you b-tches be like hml’s
be hoes with no infidels
run this sh-t like the b-ss is runner
plus i’m eatin b-tches up like bucks for dinner
and i’m eatin b-tches up like so cool
then i’m fittin b-tches up like oh cool
man i hit them b-tches up with the mac 10
’cause they know i got them pro tools, b-tch

(pre-hook)
n-gg-s talk, you’re not supposed to
my b-tches i had hand on old school
they’re runnin digits, what they told to

- angel haze lyrics

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