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thugga massina – temptation lyrics

[hook]
the devil keeps on knocking at my door
got on that red dress looking so
looking so d+mn good to me
but i know she ain’t good for me
the angels, they don’t feel welcome no more
they say this jazzy belle got my soul
and ain’t no d+mn hope for me
just a long sad road for me

[verse 1]
angel knocking at my door, the devil opened up
i’ve been down this path before, man i was broke as f+ck
started selling coke and dust, you know my trap was bunking
young n+gga had them grams jumping like larry johnson
from nothing to something, f+ck that dripping sh+t
you n+ggas clean and broke, i’m trying to be filthy rich
sh+t i been lost my innocence
back when kevin hart was a buster, i was in the mix
kitchen mitts and an erlenmeyer flask
splitting bricks on some ether sh+t, i put 36 in a karate class
designer bags with the tevin campbell logo
for all the b+tches who ready to give up the cho cho
i remember when the only ops i had was photos
driving coupes now the only ops i had was 4 doors
everything was moving slow+mo
sh+t was dragging like komodo, but now we in go mode
[hook]
the devil keeps on knocking at my door
got on that red dress looking so
looking so d+mn good to me
but i know she ain’t good for me

[verse 2]
you pull out then you better bust it
i got a drac’ with a dot, call that poetic justice
i’m well adjusted to the grind, and i ain’t scared of nothing but my mind
and the time, must encapsulate my prime
to navigate the binds of this cruel world
all i need is a hot mic and a cool girl, watch me take over
until we all ball like major payne’s soldiers
sh+t maybe i can take this thing global
if i can just remain sober
but these temptations calling, david ruffin on line 1, i’m on line 3
but it ain’t no wiping my nose, n+gga mine clean
my drugs are the finer things
and crime scenes being left a mess ‘cause n+ggas rep their sets
and turn shooters into jerry west
body outlined over red and blue
look at the bullsh+t we’ve fed into

[bridge]
the devil keeps on knocking at my door
and i’m so fascinated by the side show
where you get clapped and n+ggas yell out bravo
and we still screaming f+ck 5+0
my ego’s elevated by the bottle
so please don’t look at me like a role model
you’ll get infatuated with the high hopes
and wonder where the f+ck did the time go?
[hook]
the devil keeps on knocking at my door
got on that red dress looking so
looking so d+mn good to me
but i know she ain’t good for me
the angels, they don’t feel welcome no more
they say this jazzy belle got my soul
and ain’t no d+mn hope for me
just a long sad road for me

- thugga massina lyrics

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