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angelo km - habanero lyrics

[intro]
angelo
free marcus
ay, yuh, ay, ay, uh

[hook]
it’s your fellow gelo, hot like habanero (ay)
yeah i’m eating jello, and i’m with yo’ b-tch, (yo b-tch)
and she eating gelo, (she eating gelo), call the kitty hello (yuh)
so it’s hello hello, hot like habanero, (woah)
while we makin’ muy dinero
it’s yo’ nigga gelo, but he with your chick, (ay)
and she acting hypersexual share her with the clique
b-tches i got several
tryna give me head, i’m a give her dental (yeah)

[verse 1]
yeah it’s yo’ fellow gelo, can’t get on my level (no)
yeah i’m eating jello, and i’m with yo’ girl (ay)
and she eatin’ gelo, call the kitty hello
so it’s hello hello, hot like habanero (yeah)
hot like habanero, woah, hot like habanero (hot like habanero)
lil soap got the strap, play with b-tches like the cello
yeah he gettin tap, then he’ll come see gelo
with the nigga diego and we makin’ muy dinero (makin’ muy dinero)

[bridge]
yeah yo’ girl she crazy, (ay), tryna have my baby (yeah)
wear the rubber with the ladies, i won’t have no baby (i won’t have no baby)
now she wanna marry, told the b-tch she crazy (she crazy)
angelo never put no effort cause he way to lazy (hell nah)

[verse 2]
i don’t want yo’ hickeys, (no), girl don’t leave no mark
angelo ain’t yo’ man, know that from the start
yeah i’m hella smart, (hella smart) but i like to spark
up, sparking up that blunt
yeah i do my stunts, and i never front (nah), b-tch i never front (i never front)
i’mma buy a fat truck, f-ck her in the trunk
thunk
shuttin’ down yo’ crib
dibs on a nigga b-tch
kids that a nigga miss
dad that they never kissed (ay)

[verse 3]
niggas scared of angelo no superstition
we can’t take you in the gang
because we don’t need new addition
nigga stabbed in the back
make sure you know yo’ position
right when i left you out and whipped up the new edition

[verse 4]
jenny juggle with my genitals just that jenny juggle gently
bounce back on some b-tches bought a benz and brand new bentley
dug down on you dumb-ss don’t donate dough so no debt gee
tech nine tow a traitor from town so don’t test me (don’t test me)

[verse 5]
i’m tryna make my momma proud
do the same (yuh) i be littin’ up the loud so it’s meddling with my brain (ay, yuh)
getting higher than a plane bro
changing up the game yo’
diamonds in my chain, i don’t rock no f-cking lame gold (no f-cking lame gold)
if you ever tryna run up on ricardo you’ve been told, that i’m a get at you, (ay) slit your throat open, this ain’t no video game, put away your darn token, sinner better hope in god, cause you know you done woken angelo boy

[chorus]
it’s your fellow gelo, can’t get on my schedule (ay)
yeah i’m eating jello, (ay) and i’m with yo’ b-tch, (yuh)
and she eating gelo, (ay) call the kitty hello (ay, yuh)
so it’s hello hello, hot like habanero, (yuh)
while we making muy dinero
it’s yo nigga gelo, but he with your chick
and she acting hypersexual share her with the clique
b-tches i got several
tryna give me head, i’m a give her dental (give her dental)

[verse 6]
we in the slums, where old niggas acting dumb
we go vratatatatatatata like drums
we gon’ bring out the big sticks got bullets like plums
can’t lose you, who fooled you, (ay)
i’ll shoot you, you’re done
we on yo’ block, with 40’s and a stick
gotta thick c-ck, watch me bust it down on yo’ b-tch (down yo’ b-tch)
look in the glock, you’re a clown you just shit down yo’ pants when we get you in debt, better pay in advance
nigga

[verse 7]
it’s yo’ fellow gelo (yuh)
and he won’t settle down for no two time hoe figure (hell nah)
giant down town, its yo’ fee fie fo’ nigga (ay) your brown clown -ss out of town better go with her
cause i’m a go get her (that’s true)
cause i’m a go getter (that’s facts)
you ain’t a hoe you just a b-tch cause i can hoe better (ay)
getting all of these love notes, yo’ girl just wrote a letter, to me yo’ b-tch just wanna do me
she slurpin’ on the d-ck like it’s a godd-mn smoothie (god d-mn)
she f-ckin like a pro i’m thinking i should do a movie (holy shit) i thought she was the one but then her friend just blew me
so i told her i’m a do me
and you should just do you (ay)
i’m getting lit, oowie
but she be like boohoo
at a party like why the f-ck you gotta k!ll the mood boo? (fo’ real) and she be like who knew?
niggas could break hearts just the way that you do (ay)
that’s yo’ nigga gelo

[coda]
it’s yo’ fellow gelo, going acapella (yuh)
i’d say i f-cked her like you did but i f-cked her better (i f-cked her better)
don’t waste no money on no cigs but i’m still making dollars
it’s habanero bro
hollah at me

- angelo km lyrics

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