UOENO

I’m no angel, big gates, white leather on the couch
So it feel like heaven at the house
Ain’t no reverend at the house but I run it at the crib
Nigga like you all you running is your lip
Don’t let me catch you or run into your bitch
I chase you off the road, make you run into a ditch

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