Angelus, JAHHLU - avril lavigne lyrics
[Angelus, JAHHLU - avril lavigne lyrics]
Bad bitch, I act up (Guapy, run it back)
Broke nigga can't cuff
I came to fuck, nigga, shut up
Pull up to your party and I'm making a scene
Pull up on your ho and I'm making it cream
You killing my high when
I'm smoking this green
You texting that ho, but you got left on seen
I hop on the beat like I'm Avril Lavigne
We put that lil' boy in a Times magazine
Pull up to the club wearing Alex McQueen
Bro, don't fuck with me
I got Glocks in my jeans
Ayy, you cannot fuck with me
Holding these hunnids ain't nothing to me
I got some shooters, they rock with me
I roll me some weed and some broccoli
A few niggas switched on me
And these niggas changed out of jealousy
You niggas funny like parody
And that's why you cannot compare to me
(Hold up)
Hold up, day one
I cannot switch on my day ones
Up on the block with a ray gun
I'm finna play one
Bitch, from your team, we gon' take one
Then I'ma spin on the block and
I get the whole gang some
And I'm finna shoot up the block with a AR
And I got the better game on me like Treyarch
Say I'm a fuck nigga, fuck no, who they are
I'm pushing two hundred
I feel like a racecar
Sike, nah, dumb nigga, I don't drive
Private jet, ET, I fly
You gon' D-IE if you slide
He ridin' my wave, bitch
You lookin' like Rod
He movin' like Garry, I treat him like Mod
I walk with that big choppa on me like Kai
Nobody is fucking with me, that's on God
(Bitch, Boom boom boom)
Pull up to your party, I'm making a scene
Pull up on your ho and I'm making it cream
You killing my high when
I'm smoking this green
You texting that ho, but you got left on seen
I hop on the beat like I'm Avril Lavigne
We put that lil' boy in a Times magazine
Pull up to the club wearing Alex McQueen
Bro, don't fuck with me
I got Glocks in my jeans
Ayy, you cannot fuck with me
Holding these hunnids ain't nothing to me
I got some shooters, they rock with me
I roll me some weed and some broccoli
A few niggas switched on me
And these niggas changed out of jealousy
You niggas funny like parody
And that's why you cannot compare to me (Ha)
Bad bitch, I act up broke nigga can't cuff
I came to fuck, nigga, shut up
You not tryna fuck, what the fuck?
Not try, uh, what the fuck?
I can't take back things that I did
Sit inside my room where I
Kept thinking of you
And all those times we spent together
I did it all for you
I swear I'll never break your trust
And I'll never break the rules
I try my best to switch my methods
An effort to improve for you
Broke nigga can't cuff
I came to fuck, nigga, shut up
Pull up to your party and I'm making a scene
Pull up on your ho and I'm making it cream
You killing my high when
I'm smoking this green
You texting that ho, but you got left on seen
I hop on the beat like I'm Avril Lavigne
We put that lil' boy in a Times magazine
Pull up to the club wearing Alex McQueen
Bro, don't fuck with me
I got Glocks in my jeans
Ayy, you cannot fuck with me
Holding these hunnids ain't nothing to me
I got some shooters, they rock with me
I roll me some weed and some broccoli
A few niggas switched on me
And these niggas changed out of jealousy
You niggas funny like parody
And that's why you cannot compare to me
(Hold up)
Hold up, day one
I cannot switch on my day ones
Up on the block with a ray gun
I'm finna play one
Bitch, from your team, we gon' take one
Then I'ma spin on the block and
I get the whole gang some
And I'm finna shoot up the block with a AR
And I got the better game on me like Treyarch
Say I'm a fuck nigga, fuck no, who they are
I'm pushing two hundred
I feel like a racecar
Sike, nah, dumb nigga, I don't drive
Private jet, ET, I fly
You gon' D-IE if you slide
He ridin' my wave, bitch
You lookin' like Rod
He movin' like Garry, I treat him like Mod
I walk with that big choppa on me like Kai
Nobody is fucking with me, that's on God
(Bitch, Boom boom boom)
Pull up to your party, I'm making a scene
Pull up on your ho and I'm making it cream
You killing my high when
I'm smoking this green
You texting that ho, but you got left on seen
I hop on the beat like I'm Avril Lavigne
We put that lil' boy in a Times magazine
Pull up to the club wearing Alex McQueen
Bro, don't fuck with me
I got Glocks in my jeans
Ayy, you cannot fuck with me
Holding these hunnids ain't nothing to me
I got some shooters, they rock with me
I roll me some weed and some broccoli
A few niggas switched on me
And these niggas changed out of jealousy
You niggas funny like parody
And that's why you cannot compare to me (Ha)
Bad bitch, I act up broke nigga can't cuff
I came to fuck, nigga, shut up
You not tryna fuck, what the fuck?
Not try, uh, what the fuck?
I can't take back things that I did
Sit inside my room where I
Kept thinking of you
And all those times we spent together
I did it all for you
I swear I'll never break your trust
And I'll never break the rules
I try my best to switch my methods
An effort to improve for you