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ANGEL HAZE : On The Edge lyrics

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ANGEL HAZE lyrics : "On The Edge"

[Verse 1]
Rose up from the bottom of the pump like a fleshlight
And all you weezy bumb (*##$es got your chest tight

Weak (*##$ you couldn't beat me with your best might
I'm burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over least
Hold up, I'm busy killing these (*##$es

If not that then 'Im giving them stitches
I'm burning them down then I'm cutting these (*##$es
If they talk %#@! then I'm kicking they lips in

If you talk %#@! then I'm kicking your lips in
They trippin' with blunts, they literally splittin'
I'm all in your face, I've got something to spit in

Hold up, wait - Time for recollection
If rap is crucified, (*##$ I'm the resurrection
The best kept secret - You is indiscretion

I'm here to $#&@ing teach em', you the $#&@ing lesson
You and me a wild fire to a matchstick
I'm a $#&@ing problem, you don't wanna add this

Hold up - You don't wanna add this
Better yet go run your suns and your bag (*##$

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 "Succubi"
Oh whatever the $#&@ you called that weak $$# diss to Jim Jones
You know when you had (*##$es 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

[Verse 2]
(*##$ I'm from the 313
Whip the $#&@in' meat cleaver out like who want beef

$#&@ you gonna do with this Diplo flow
Dissed you on own your %#@!, you should dip low ho
Wait, I want you (*##$es so scared that your mental break

So you forever be broke with expensive taste
I bet you won't leap, ol' frog $$# (*##$
#~!!@ $$# Courage the Cowardly Dog $$# (*##$

Hold up


Or like when you were texting me about Kreayshawn, remember
"Let's steal her fans, we're not really friends with this (*##$"
And I was like, oh ok, we're all good

(*##$, I got ammo on you
(*##$, you don't want war
But we're just gonna tell what happened when we were together

[Verse 3]
I was in the City, chillin' with a bum (*##$

Who was on Twitter, talkin' like she run %#@!
You was in my text, looking for some pity, (*##$
"I'm at the bar alone on some Sex in the City %#@!

My boyfriend left me, my heart finna' break"
(*##$, you be $#&@ing ^!$$%s on they oxygen tank
%#@!, I be making moves, (*##$, plotting my fate

Looking at you wack hoes like who's spot should I take
Wait, Rocawear, Rainbow, now you're on your Wayne %#@!
Rapunzel goin' be missing like her edges and her bangs is

Really, I was hoping you would clap first
But either way I'mma goin' give you that work
I'm the one everybody say you can't be

You know it too, cause I'm the only one ain't tweet
Nappy-headed Chia pet, ghetto $#&@ing Easter Bunny
Eat up every track, that's an OJ, munchie

I'm like genuinely laughing on this %#@!

That's why she doesn't really talk much
Cause like I just want you to have the balls to respond to me, (*##$
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 Paul Epworth
Did he play you the track that I ripped

Did he play your style that I stole, (*##$
Give me the beat, let me work that bass
He played that for me, I didn't like it
(*##$ 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, (*##$

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