Angel Haze - Shabba lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I know all I do is shit talk

But honestly I’m pissed off!

I’ve been like the fucking realest since I kicked up

Catch me chilling with a model in strip club

If you know me then you know that my shit raw!

Spit hard, nigga, actually I spit...

Strip on the wagon, show me love, show me fucking love!

What the rest of the world getting pissed off

Get flipped up, I’m just here doing what I meant, bo!

Talk shot, ASAP you can spend, bo

I might be cold, you might just smile at your fuck boys

But none of you niggas exist, yo

Picture me giving a shit, dwag

That’s like two shots…, bo

I’m killing myself, do like everyone else do

I got competition, shit, no!

All of you bitches are weak clone

I know the game, I got chicos

I do the prosciutto, my bitch work at Hooters

They worship the ground that my feet on!

Murder you niggas on your zone,

If you said that I couldn’t, then you’re wrong!

Stick to your pace, and you come back acing

She did that shit always in four songs

Bitch!

Shabba ring, bitch, sha

Shabba ring, bitch!

Track Lord, shit!

Track Lord, bitch, yeah!

Hooooh!

I am far too immaculate

So not jump on the track and smack the bitch

Not walk in the club and smack a bitch

Not show a bad bitch what a mattress is

Yo, Angel Haze!

Bars for days (hold up!)

Wait, hold on! Replay!

Angel Haze, bars for days,

Shot like a motherfucker campus range

At BCU never… your jack,

And I keep the automatic on a dashboard day

I’m one shot with my…

You are on that money drain, that is…

Bark!

Yo, I feel sorry for the runner up

Cause if you ever get cold, better bundle up!

I got an ill nigga, he got a nice flow

I just heat the brain, like a micro.

Sick flow but I think it’s psycho!

Dash face bitches like a typo

That’s reality like a life show

You’re in my lair, you gotta get the right tone

I’m shooting with the camera,

I hope I got you with the right hope!