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playya 1 - angel dust lyrics

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[pre+chorus]
the way a n+gga pull off the lot they say a young n+gga dangerous
this s.r.t. geeked up like it’s on angel dust the way a n+gga pull off the lot
they say a young n+gga dangerous this s.r.t. geeked up like it’s on angel dust
[chorus]
call me mr. fishtail, i pull up with fish scale
yeah, mr. fishtail, i pull up with fish scale
yeah, mr. fishtail, i pull up with fish scale
yeah, mr. fishtail, i pull up with fish scale
[verse]
and i wish a b+tch well
wish a n+gga would
my neck is a wishing well i barely flex how i should
face card, too good
we don’t check in no hood
you steady screaming your man’s won’t back door you but your b+tch would
and i got a glizzy and a drake, and a ar and it’s fully, ayy
bulldog grip on that stick, it’s a bully
straight terrorizing n+ggas, i’m a vet to a rookie, ayy
i’m the type of n+gga, sneak a bomb pass booking, ayy
[pre+chorus]
the way a n+gga pull off the lot
they say a young n+gga dangerous
this s.r.t. geeked up like it’s on angel dust
the way a n+gga pull off the lot
they say a young n+gga dangerous
this s.r.t. geeked up like it’s on angel dust
[chorus]
call me mr. fishtail, i pull up with fish scale
yeah, mr. fishtail, i pull up with fish scale
yeah, mr. fishtail, i pull up with fish scale
yeah, mr. fishtail, i pull up with fish scale
[refrain]
and i wish a b+tch well
wish a nigha would
[verse]
he said that he bout it, i pull up, i’m pullin’ his hoe card
yeah, i beat up the block, i pull up, you know that we bogart
you say you getting money, but n+gga, you ain’t got sh+t to show for it
if we run off on him, ain’t no takin’ back
yeah, i heard he tried to spin, and he ain’t make it back
f+ck, n+gga, that’s what you get with your dead ass
hit him in the back, now his brother can’t use his legs
text my phone, talkin’ crazy, left that sh+t on read
i just left the chat, sent the blitz instead
pull up on his block, fill that b+tch with lead
i told her eat it up, she do what simon says
red light, green light, but ain’t no stoppin’ this
glock hit different, this b+tch came with a glitch
i let that b+tch go, till i hear a cl!ck
so much f+ck sh+t goin’ on, i keep it out the mix



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