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angel numbers - sakitaro lyrics

[intro]
(don’t be shy)
ay

[chorus]
don’t offend me (uh)
kinda hard, but if you p*ss me off then imma pull up with boys like remy (uh)
take your lover she like angel numbers so i’m 4*4*for her like wendy’s (uh)
b*tches hit me cause i’m in they city told her come over, crib always empty (uh)
always tweaking i can never read, yeah from that gas that we smoke we got plenty (uh)
told them b*tches we got plenty shots
i saw he was live, then pulled around the block
he kept following this man’s an op
she was looking for sean but she caught this glock
she was tryna get off, but she gone catch this mop
once i run up a bag i know that sh*t won’t stop
imma flip it again and make them bands nonstop

[verse]
ay
breaking her vertebrae
look at these b*tches like “what are they?”
try take my chain and i’m gone raise the murder rate
i’ll let off 50 shots before i’m murdered and if i don’t got then know that i’m still hurting him
ain’t got my mic then you know i’m still burning up
ice on my wrist and my mouth keep me cold enough
mad about your b*tch, but i really don’t give a f*ck
i face a gram and ain’t n0body lit as us
n0body bidding us
n0body getting us
take the rari, then we leave them boys in the dust
take your shawty she impressed my fitness, bruh
want my body she gone offer like fifty bucks
gone decline but she still on my d*ck lil bruh
man she fine i might just have to get in gut
take your life cause you thought you was hitting us
these boys mice cause i know they be snitching, bruh
you a weird ass n*gga i don’t really give a f*ck
take your b*tch out the house she getting home from the bus
get an uber if she bad but i can’t really trust sh*t
could be a shooter never know who in the front seat
b*tch, trust me
talking and i’ll bring out the choppa and start dumping
this ain’t a fly zone why you bugging?
talking like it’s sky zone we start jumping

you and your gang
i know you and all your n*ggas are lame
don’t ever talk to me like we the same
i’m on a way higher level and some b*tches better so deal with it b*tch it’s that way
wanna run up you get shot in the face
man you out of luck yeah not another day
yeah, imma just take my ass to the cape
imma smoke till i ain’t gone see another day

thought you was gangster you crying to me, bruh
i knew it you just wasn’t lying to me, bruh
you talk on my name then you find what you speak of
i hear it, then know that i’m dying to meet ya
i risk my life cause i know i got this heater
i ain’t finna fight cause a trigger is easier
this b*tch want my half and half know imma feed her
i got way more black in me than you’d believe, bruh
kinda like a zebra
f*cking with this b*tch, yeah she told me she a libra
thinking i care yeah i b*tch i could already read ya
finna stack bands fly the gang over seas, bruh
spend your life in a cell, yeah that n*gga a amoeba
sh*t 10 grand but i took it so it’s free, bruh
taro got style but this sh*t ain’t free, bruh
know that i be making these hits less than a week, bruh

[chorus]
yeah, don’t offend me (uh)
kinda hard, but if you p*ss me off then imma pull up with boys like remy (uh)
take your lover she like angel numbers so i’m 4*4*for her like wendy’s (uh)
b*tches hit me cause i’m in they city told her come over crib always empty (uh)
always tweaking i can never, read yeah from that gas that we smoke we got plenty (uh)

told them b*tches we got plenty shots
i saw he was live then pulled around the block
he kept following this man’s an op
she looking for sean but she caught this glock
she was tryna get off but she gone catch his mop
once i run up a bag i know that sh*t won’t stop
imma flip it again and make them bands nonstop

[outro]
yuh, ay (ay)
what? (what?)
god*mn (god*mn)
this n*gga spitting (huh)
this n*gga ripping (yuh)
god*mn (god*mn)

- sakitaro lyrics

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