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muze sikk - angel 3 lyrics

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what the f+ck is up?
ain’t no mother f+cking chump
puppeteers puppeting
it’s real sikk stuff
no love for lost thoughts
swing it home nonstop
sing it shout it spray it run it up
pray for number one

bottles at my feet
drowning in the shroud again i’m bound to not repeat
i’m astounded by these falasies
this ain’t what you make it
i’m too cold with the heat
imma hit the stu regardless of whatever foes think

f+ck around get bankrolls
we ain’t from the same fold
my momma still think imma angel
you got it twisted if you hating bro

i will wrap my wrist
(ya)
i will slap your fist
(ya)
hit the mac and bag yo b+tch
(bag your b+tch)
spit some raps then i mix
(ya bish)
i might fly my flock
it ain’t safe
no ones safe
nah nah nah
nah nah

i might try my luck
just to flip a quick buck
been a l!ck
i been a plug
but i ain’t never been a chump

i purported every notch
cl!ck clack
open the safe
this ain’t no petty posh shlosh

hit the juke!
dodge em
watch em

pull up and maybe you might flex better
i get that p+ssy much much wetter

i’m stuck inside just writing letters

i’m on the rise never off it

i’m going hard i never soften

- muze sikk lyrics

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