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- Angel Haze Werkin Girls 歌詞
- Angel Haze
- WerkinGirls -Angel Haze
Okay Im Rambo I ramshack
Im next to that cheese like rat traps
On top of that green like grass a**
Thats over yall head like snapbacks
I get it where I fit in put up then I put in
Tryna find an a**I can put my f**king foot in
Run this sh*t no I run this sh*t
Dont give one f**k b**ch I done this sh*t
I did what I say I did
Did not fabricate one bit
I have been the f**king realest since my exit near the clit
Thats where I was born f**k what you on
All about me b**ch f**k what you doin
Round of applause b**ches slap me with some clappin
Show my whole f**king a**like a fat b**ch in chaps
But I ll be running that sh*t like a motherf**kintracker
Like a run-on sense like a motherf* *kinchopper
Like a cheetah in the jungle but I m motherf**king faster
Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor
Hold up Im not serious I m just playin —psych
F**k your opinion b**ch I mean it when Im sayin that
Money and more money is the only sh*t Im after
You can cut the fake sh*t
Im not a motherf**kinactor
Im on top of my green like a motherf**king tractor
You niggas you bout to be b**ches you b**ches bout to be Casper
Ill be on that other sh*t got that from my other b**ch
She come from an island or a desert or some tundra sh*t
I am multi-faceted b**ch I do a ton of sh*t
Like Im diarrhea or whatevers sitting under it
Im nasty Im insane Im too much I spit grains
I came from the f**kinbottom
Im top now I sh*t flames
I kick sh*t like d**e sh*t
Like no sh*t like oh sh*t
Get in my way I f**k up everything
Like ho sh*t
See they said that I wouldnt
I do whatever they said I couldnt
Im not the one to be f**ked with
Or to be tough with
I be on your head like duck duck duck b**ch
I be in the air like pump-pumped up fists
Nah Im like up-chuck like gut fish like hands up my skirt
Like when you gonlet me f**k b**ch
Money and more money is the only sh*t Im after
You can cut the fake sh*t
Im not a motherf**kinactor
Im on top of my green like a motherf**king tractor
You niggas you bout to be b**ches you b **ches bout to be Casper
Im an undefeated bastard
My tongue is the f**king rapture b**ch
I be at my peak I am not the one to be mastered
Im the one to be after Im sweeping you while Im dusting
I just popped up out the blue Im spontaneously combusting
Spit a little different give me just a minute
Beat the beat down b**ch fresh it then I kill it
We are not the same but they dont really get it
Tell em do the math hoe —fraction division
Sick flow sick ho drop me in the clinic
Eat em til the end til they back at the beginning
Cause I ki-ki-ki-kill it til its flat dead
And never pass a rock like a motherf**king crackhead
Money and more money is the only sh*t Im after
You can cut the fake sh*t
Im not a motherf**kin actor
Im on top of my green like a motherf**king tractor
You niggas you bout to be b**ches you b** ches bout to be Casper
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