Taariq Ali - SATAN'S ANGEL

Yung Nab baby

Think Ima use my regular voice on this one
Aye un yea un

God fearing like a Sunday church day matter fact mad max on Saturday
Friday was payday I ran it up yea that BE's everyday
Why you hating tell me why why why why why why
Bitch I'm wild wild west with the guns shoot you in yo eye
Thirty thousand just to get it off huh I spent five
Baby mama tripping on me why? Cuz, I don't really lie
Turnt up yesterday today I think Ima relax
Get my feet rubbed get my back rubbed yea Ima bust a nut
After brunch with ya girl she get all this dick
And I know I'm the man I'm the man yea I am livid
At these niggas cuz they tried to play me like I really ain't have shit
But when I didn't have shit I made sure everybody gon have shit

Devilish thoughts devilish thoughts devilish ways devilish ways I'm the boss
If you try to cross me my nigga I hope you make it there
Make sure yo ass don't come back or you gon disappear

Devilish thoughts devilish thoughts I be on my grind
No more Paul Masson or champagne just MasterMind
Sit back and think about my next move I master mine
If you try to get in my way Ima have to recline hooo
I don't even wanna do this shit no more
Remember I woke up and I was really really poor
Now I'm on my grind I get it in I want all the dough
If I get booked tell that bitch I need ten a show
I need ten I just wanna I wanna I wanna win
They said I grind different they said that my shine different
They said my mind different baby I grieve different baby I bleed different

Written by:
Taariq Wingard

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