SATAN'S ANGEL Lyrics

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