Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Devil's Angel , by - Wiz Khalifa. Release date: 11.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Devil's Angel |
| Black on my gloves, black on my hoodie |
| I got it on me for any pussy nigga that push me |
| If I want it, I take it, angel of Satan |
| I’m a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was waiting |
| Black on my gloves, black on my mask |
| It’s a funeral, nigga, that’s on the gas |
| Life, I’mma take it, angel of Satan |
| I’m a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was waiting |
| Far from a angel, more like a devil |
| Black SUVs, heavy metal, got my foot on the pedal |
| Murdering you right where you stand if I ever catch you |
| I can fill your back up with shells from this .38 special |
| Won’t stop till I murder every rapper, I’m finna replenish |
| Went through a killing spree for years and I never repented |
| Father, forgive me, I sinned and have no problem admitting |
| I’m like God to these bitches, my only problem’s a mitten |
| Got black on my gloves, black on my mask |
| Shoot every hit, miss and I’m coming back on yo' ass |
| I won’t hold back, I’mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass |
| My lil' niggas’ll blow and they ride for the cash |
| I’m a hitter for hitters, I sold my soul to the streets |
| These motherfuckers thought I sold my soul to the beast |
| Don’t give a fuck about the murder rate, I’ll help it increase |
| I got the realer gorilla shit embedded in me |
| If I should die right now, I pray my dark soul you can keep |
| Cause I’m corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas, elites |
| I’m up in this bitch wildin' for Chiraq, what you think? |
| I catch him in traffic, wreck it and rock him to sleep |
| Fresh off the corner where niggas hustle and kick it |
| Politicking with gangstas and fucking with bitches |
| But never lock and try me, the shit’ll get different |
| They know that I keep it on me and God as my witness |
| I been the business, why they think I’m holding the torch |
| I was only 12 or 13 when I first rapped on the porch |
| Battling niggas up in the park, I wasn’t playing no sports |
| Man, I wanted the whole thing, I wasn’t taking no shorts |
| I call up the guys, and we take a ride |
| If we catch you lacking, nigga, then we getting fire |
| Cause we tryna rock you, don’t wanna see you alive |
| If we slide up on him, Swiss cheese him, he won’t survive |
| I’m telling you niggas ain’t ready, bitch, any nigga could get it |
| Money, power and pussy, yes, that’s my religion |
| Proper preparation prevents poor performance in winning |
| I’m from where them niggas ain’t hungry but they stay in the kitchen |
| I tell they mama to pray, look, bitch, I’m God |
| I know I sinned in the past but I beat the odds |
| I put in work, I did it for squad |
| Forever, I’m cursed, I done been hit from the mob |