Anger - MAWA

Gotta get my anger out real quick Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I want a fucking wood Ch-Check my left wrist, aye, diamond on my watch Got my whole gang on your muhfuckin' block Got that fye with them, and they let that shit go Pop another perc for the fuckin' road Check my left wrist, aye, diamond on my watch Got my whole gang on your muhfuckin' block Got that fye with them, and they let that shit go Pop another perc for the fuckin' road Pussy talking shit on the internet Told that lil' boy, drop his addy, he not into that He said he had sticks, that's some cap, yeah, I'm sick of that My bro's, they ready to go, to blow off your dome, yuh Aye, and I'm a small kid with big bank Aye, your bitch hit my phone, and that's okay Only with my bro's, aye, not my foes, aye I'm with 4AM, he pouring up the fours, aye Ch-Check my left wrist, aye, diamond on my watch Got my whole gang on your muhfuckin' block Got that fye with them, and they let that shit go Pop another perc for the fuckin' road Check my left wrist, aye, diamond on my watch Got my whole gang on your muhfuckin' block Got that fye with them, and they let that shit go Pop another perc for the fuckin' road

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