Angel Haze - On The Edge lyrics
rate meAll up in my black!
All up in my black!
All up in my black tryin’ to take my truck!
Huh, rose up from the bottom of the pump like a flashlight
And all you easy bomb bitches got your chest tight
Weak bitch, you couldn’t beat me with your best might
I’m burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over…
Hold up, I’m busy killing these bitches
If not that then I’m giving them stitches
I’m burning them down, then I’m cutting these bitches
If they talk shit then I’m kicking they lips in
If you talk shit then I’m kicking your lips in
They tripping with blunts, they literally splitting
I’m all in your face, I’ve got something to spit in
Hold up! Wait!
Time for recollection
If rap is crucified, bitch I’m the resurrection
The best kept secret
You is indiscretion
I’m here to fucking teach em, you’re the fucking lesson!
You and me a wild fire to a matchstick
I’m a fucking problem, you don’t wanna add this
Hold up! You don’t wanna add this!
Better yet go run your suns and your bag bitch
Every time I hear that part for the rest of my life I’m gonna die of laughter
Oh wait, wait, I was the first person to hear…
Oh whatever the fuck you called that weak ass… to Jim Jones
You know when you had bitches up in your hood trying find dirt on you?
Or like the time you were the studio with Missy Elliott
And she was scared to be in the studio with you, remember?
Bitch I’m from the 313
With the fucking meat cleaver out like who want beef
What you gonna do with this… flow?
… you on own your shit, you should dip low hoe
Wait, I want you bitches so scared that your mental break
So you forever be broke with expensive taste
I bet you won’t leap, …frog ass bitch
Pussy ass, Courage the Cowardly Dog ass bitch
Hold up! Yeah!
Or like when you were texting me about … remember?
Let’s steal her fans, we’re not really friends with this bitch!
And I was like, oh OK, we’re all good!
Bitch, I got emo on you!
Bitch, you don’t want war!
But we’re just gonna tell what happened when we were together
I was in the City, chilling with a bomb bitch
Who was on Twitter, talking like she run shit
You was in my text, looking for some pity, bitch
I’m at the bar alone on some Sex in the City shit
My boyfriend left me, my heart’s gonna break
Bitch, you be fucking niggas on their oxygen tank!
Shit! I be making moves, bitch, plotting my fate
Looking at you whack hoes like who’s spot should I take
Wait, wait! … rainbow, now you’re on your Wayne shit
Rapunzel gonna be missing like her edges in her… is
Really, I was hoping you would clap first
But either way I’mma go and get you that work!
I’m the one that everybody say you can’t be
You know it too, cause I’m the only one ain’t tweet
Nappy… ghetto fucking Easter Bunny
Eat up every track, that’s the OJ…
I’m like genuinely laughing on this shit
That’s why she doesn’t really talk much
Cause like I just want you to have the balls to respond to me, bitch
Don’t tell me when you’re going to London for a month
Don’t say, oh, you’re so
Wait, wait, wait, wait, I see you hung out with ….
Did he play you the track that I ripped?
Did he play your style that I stole, bitch?
Give me our beat, let me work that bass
He played that for me, I didn’t like it
Bitch put an album out!
I think my album’s more done than yours and I just started a week ago
You out here sleeping on studio floors,
Wasting money on digi-videos and Photoshop
Stop it, bitch!
