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c-money – unholy angel lyrics

yeah
[chorus]
flopping sh+t
till we been body sh+t
catch em down
we gon rock his sh+t
we be drilling sh+t
he was driving off till we saw em
so we bust his sh+t
he be running like a b+tch he too slow
hit em with my bl!ck
murder make me smile till he die
i was trapping with the fiends
police ain’t gonna ride
spit on yo grave
you gon f+cking die
young n+gga on the block
bro’nem go get me opp
n+ggas empty the clip
or shoot out when you poppin out
[verse 1]
n+gga i’m a demon
my eye turn red when i shoot should’ve seen it
b+tch i mean it (b+tch i mean it)
let full auto clip hit his p+n+s yeah
i mean it
if you k!ll my homie get the streets heated
on jesus
stop my car gotta get gas tank
4milly a days we making banks
they found the body
yeah i k!lled so please give thanks
i make bullets always rain
if you gang get out my way
boom
[vese 2]
unholy angel
leave a hole on his head like a bagel
n+gga claiming bd
talk bout you k!ll n+ggas
go shoot and wear sum sandals
they thought i was demonic
but beated satan and ran faster than sonic
n+ggas chasing me for the money
had to beat em up it’s kinda ironic
on the chase clyde and bonnie
lil n+gga i’m craze like tommy
your rap sucks just be honest
death city in my hands i be running it
leave a hole on your chest like it’s funyuns
where the money
all h+ll break loose when you done in it

- c money lyrics

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