- Twista Devil's Angel 歌詞
- Twista
- [Hook:]
Black on my gloves, black on my hoodie
I got it on me for any pussy nigga that push me
If I want it, I take it, angel of Satan
Im a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was waiting
Black on my gloves, black on my mask
Its a funeral, nigga, thats on the gas
Life, Imma take it, angel of Satan
Im a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was waiting
[Verse 1:]
Far from a angel, more like a devil
Black SUVs, heavy metal, got my foot on the pedal
Murdering you right where you stand if I ever catch you
I can fill your back up with shells from this .38 special
Wont stop till I murder every rapper, Im finna replenish
Went through a killing spree for years and I never repented
Father, forgive me, I sinned and have no problem admitting
Im like God to these bitches, my only problems a mitten
Got black on my gloves, black on my mask
Shoot every hit, miss and Im coming back on yo ass
I wont hold back, Imma blow and knock you flat on yo ass
My lil niggasll blow and they ride for the cash
Im a hitter for hitters, I sold my soul to the streets
These motherfuckers thought I sold my soul to the beast
Dont give a fuck about the murder rate, Ill help it increase
I got the realer gorilla shit embedded in me
If I should die right now, I pray my dark soul you can keep
Cause Im corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas, elites
Im up in this bitch wildin for Chiraq, what youthink?
I catch him in traffic, wreck it and rock him to sleep
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Fresh off the corner where niggas hustle and kick it
Politicking with gangstas and fucking with bitches
But never lock and try me, the shitll get different
They know that I keep it on me and God as my witness
I been the business, probably think I holding the torch
I was only 12 or 13 when I first rapped on the porch
Battling niggas up in the park, I wasnt playing no sports
Man, I wanted the whole thing, I wasnt taking no shorts
I call up the guys, and we take a ride
If we catch you locking, nigga, then we getting fire
Cause we tryna rock you, dont wanna see you alive
If we slide up on him, Swiss cheese him, he wont survive
Im telling you niggas aint ready, bitch, any nigga could get it
Money, power and pussy, yes, thats my religion
Proper preparation prevents poor performance in winning
Im from where them niggas aint hungry but they stay in the kitchen
I tell they mama to pray, look, bitch, Im God
I know I sinned in the past but I beat the odds
I put in work, I did it for squad
Forever, Im cursed, I done been hit from the mob
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