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Angel is coming through
I heard Angel grew up in the pot hole (Aw look at that bitch)
I she was fucking
Chrishell
Then fucking

(That's like her anyway)
I heard the bitch deep throated two and an anaconda
Look, ride my new bitch
But Im on my old
I hold the power, ho, on that control shit
Fucking bandwagon, that them bitches on it
Bet I rap circles on bitches like an orbit
Bet I rap circles till they dizzy a full twist
Bet I kill bitches Im digging up they mortgage
Yo till Im digging up mortgage
And throw their bodies down like a in a ball pit
Yo Im nasty though, maybe we can it like Casio
Maybe you can this, like Dracula
And put the in when I fucking back it up
Nah Im brash as fuck, get it than a motherfucking aqueduct
Get it wetter than a bath of ducks
Hand run it, so you bitches pass it up
Yo, what the fuck bitches wanna know about me?
There aint one thing on I aint told about me
Just a month ago I was a
Now everybody wanna fucking about me, huh?
Bitch respect my space, stepping on your face
you detect my weight
Bitch Im the best I see, blowing like the motherfucking Ali
Yo a man down and Im chillin with a motherfucking bad brown
And another bad chick that sand toned, when her painted on
Yo yall motherfuckers Im nasty, catch
Whatever throwing at me, gimme
motherfucker throw, Im Cassie
And I better send bitches going home happy
Look, once upon a time in
There was a little bitch born with a sweet
Saying all she ever was to sing a song
And have a crowd full of that sing along
But nobody gave a that this was all off the top like a game of duck
Duck, duck, duck, duck,
Bitch my flow wild, like its been cut
And Im running lane like a wild car
And I still bitches when I stubborn
Yo it never really easy though
But I never let them think that they see me though
Cause I was alone at the
Kept getting played like Rhoda
Now Im up top and Im coming for you
Bitches said it couldnt happen but Im living fucking bitches
So now all left is to shine on em
Whip it out and wet that shit my behind and on em
niggas thought you would see my grind over
But do this every motherfucking time on you
Yo I even break a sweat
your fucking head spin till you break your neck
Im playing armadillo to a straight
Im putting heat to you like vapor necks
Yo look, Im up, up and
Smacking any who got something to say
I dont a fuck, bitch is nothing to me
I wish a bitch would get tree in the face
Yo tree stumped in the face, wait tree stumped in the
I dont a fuck, bitch is nothing to me
I wish a bitch would get tree stumped in the
I mean I already know there a lot of bitches are mad anyway
I mean, like, I I feel like cause I'm stylin' on 'em
Bitches out here shaped caravans
Bitches out looking like wet noodles in the face
Bitches out here like mother fucking planet Jupiter
Bitches out here with edges looking like skid
Like, I just, I just, I know its I do the god damn thing on 'em
So its I'm over here here looking like a bag of money
And you over here looking like a bag of ventriloquist
Like, I'm just trying to say it, like I'm the best doing it
I gave a fuck yo
I never gave a yo