Domo Genesis x Alchemist - Till The Angels Come (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Prodigy) | Текст песни

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• Domo Genesis x Alchemist
• Till The Angels Come (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Prodigy)

I let you niggas have your 15 but I’m runnin’ next
Abducted when I’m questioning something fuck only nothing less
Use to hustle suckers for packs of gushers and tons of sex
And I puff some pounds every month, I don’t be fuckin’ stressin’
No need to up the flexin’, got it till it’s nothing left
Showing no contest, just laughing of who I’m up against
Bunch of frail fucks, bitches with their tails tuck
Hope you ain’t pick any believin’ that things will tell us
Hope you ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout some beefin’ cuz that’s the air bra
Wolf Gang counter with that pack like an armored truck
Niggas could not stop me, Dom drops kamikaze
Out loud the chop to the top notch, you got it buddy
Snoop to the Maserati, well not even knives is lobby
Nigga watch me droppin’ that concert shit that you got it comin’
Show me that shit you be on, already got it probly
Nigga hella copy on my hustle, don’t you fuckin’ lie to me

Try impressions from our angles to go against of these dangers
To maintain it ain’t no thing to us
You niggas claimin’ that famous stuff
We just stayin’ the same, stackin’ papers till the angels come

Try impressions from our angles to go against of these dangers
To maintain it ain’t no thing to us
You niggas claimin’ that famous stuff
We just stayin’ the same, stackin’ papers till the angels come

Ain’t no loving cuz a thug with multiple drug addicts
Rippin’ nigga automobiles with this automatic
Record label drop me, I drop the package to my knees
Flip on some catches, chop some ounces, now I’m even bigger
Stay by the whipper, that gangsta nigga – gangsta shit
Under surveillance, got federal agents at the get
They crackin’ say I’m movin’ things on airplanes
So spare me with the stress, I shot my load to some spare change
Them G packs, back in the streets – jack
Back in the spot that keep the smokin’ off their knee caps
Turning with these into regulars could get free shots
I got them duffels, bigger choppers than the police got
And them niggas know it, bigger shit I’m flowin’
I know they gon get me one day in the morning
So when I wake up I praise the Lord, roll up a blunt and fuck my bitch
Make that ass get up and whip it, a turkey, bacon and some criss
Nasty Gibbs
Make that ass get up and whip it, a turkey, bacon and some criss
Smokin’ dodo cu some jungle just got smoked over some priests
Play with y’all just like the west, I’m up for life cuz life’s a bitch
Nasty Gibbs

Try impressions from our angles to go against of these dangers
To maintain it ain’t no thing to us
You niggas claimin’ that famous stuff
We just stayin’ the same, stackin’ papers till the angels come

Try impressions from our angles to go against of these dangers
To maintain it ain’t no thing to us
You niggas claimin’ that famous stuff
We just stayin’ the same, stackin’ papers till the angels come

Baby girl tweekin’ on that moon rock
May I just keep it simple like it gon pop?
You let the champagne splash on the girl’s head
It ain’t a party till some champagne glass break
Get in that stupid dough, spittin’ that future flow
Grand poobah bars, the infamous large
This is how I do it, get this money, live large
My head is not a stairway for me, I fire arms
Thug out hittin’ super dope with the rap shit
From the saddle to the floor, all kind of charge
Counts of robbery, assaults and battery
I’m just a fellow with a talent for spillin’
This dog back at me, shit over these great beats
Police, Miami means the all when they got me straight to the pound box
Straight up, out well
Curl a nigga body up then peel off in a hot wheel
I thought I told you, these niggas never listen
I popped a Desert eagle off a naked bitch pissin’
Side of your car, I’m tryin’ to relax
But you push me to the limit, I’mma take you to the max

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