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quay dash - satan's angel pt. 2 lyrics

lucifer done birthed me
know these b-tches can’t hurt me
yeah, i got longevity
bird broads can’t mess with the
queen b-tch of ny
big lips and them thin thighs
pretty face and my skin fine
melanin like magic
yo bars be tragic
still rappin’ like a f-ckin’ mess
let that chain hang on my chest
my bars be the f-ckin’ best
ain’t n0body gonna stop a boss
outfit, f-ck what it cost
money taken, that’s your loss
makin’ it in headlines
ya life at the deadline
take a trip to the cemetery
you made old like legendary
beat your -ss in january
won’t see that -ss till february

smoke a cig right on the curb (curb)
you eatin’ bread, you a bird (bird)
n-ggas ain’t sh-t but a t-rd (t-rd)
gettin’ money that’s the word (word)
i just might write me a blurb (yah)
roll a philly in the burbs (okay)
keep a lil’ blade in my purse (what?)
why is you all on my turf? (yeah)

satan’s angel on top now
i’ma slay these b-tches (slay ’em)
got the game on lock now
why play with these b-tches? (i don’t play)
it’s all about me (me)
and it’s not about you (nope)
i’m in the back of the club (yah)
cuttin’ up wit’ my crew (crew)
(i’m in the back of the club
cuttin’ up wit’ my crew)

lucifer done birthed me
know these b-tches can’t hurt me
yeah, i got longevity
bird broads can’t mess with the
queen b-tch of ny
big lips and them thin thighs
pretty face and my skin fine

- quay dash lyrics

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