Lyrics:
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with
Hello did Cathy come in today or what?
I'm startin' to not to like what's she's doin' at me
She's not on time you know her hair ain't combed
Man you were special
I know you enjoy being home
Surrounded by your brothers, baby girl
And your son Tyrone, so you're not alone
And tell Freddie, he
Tara treat me like her own, but her daughter did some shit
You know what yo daughter did
Just days before, she wanted kids
Let that white bitch kall you
is you should let her go
She's a traitor, traitor, Joe
You should trade her, trade her in for a girl like me
I'm right here, I'm everything you
individual
Who be on the mic like HQ crystal
coming soon to pay per view in HD pixel
It's Ollie Mitchells, live with Joe Jitzu
Diamonds by the wistful,
[L-Burna hook: repeat 2X]
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that
chase me just
Tell her MySpace me
And maybe she can find me so
I can get behind 'em
Heard I got a deal so now
She Joe me like sloppy
Got them goons
HIM BILLY BEAVER, CUZ HE'S GOT ONE BIG FRONT TOOTH!
NOW I'M NOT TALKIN ABOUT A CHICKLET, OR EVEN THE SIZE OF SCRABBLE TILE,
THAT THING LOOKS LIKE
Baby just calm down...
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to tell me to... calm down...
(She would pray that I would) Baby just calm down...
Somehow, I manage to get a bunch of what I want
Like superman’s powered flight
One beer down and I’m alight
And that girl, whew, she’s a ten
Should be
But she wouldn't like to think that I ain't like her
Just because she was throwin it at me and I ain't touch her
Shell say anything sides from I ain't
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
she know what she doin'
She like Nike just do it
She like Nike just do it
She pulled up in a Buick
Like she know what she doin'
She fuck me for my music
plotting
We fuck don't do no talking
She sprung I do that often
I sleep up in that coffin
My life so fucking toxic
Yeah, got the pump like Joe Bud, that
and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop
I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
But
quenched our thirst.
I asked her about church, and she just changed the subject. Then replied that GOD comes first then she, then I. Wow! How can I be so
her knees getting weaker, aye
Fucking her good that I'm leaving with rugburn on her
Pause, now you ain't speaking, aye
I just be flexing like I'm in
thinking about the way you walk
Baby (ouh) I like the way you talk
Tell you something I really can't hide
Heaven must have sent you to be by my side
right by my side
Like LL, she so bad
She likes when my True's sag
My tattoos, she like that
Anything she want, she got that
Them other broads, can
just continue my dreams
And keep shopping those BMs
I feel 56 thousand people's screams
They got blood boiling like I'm a fiend
She got tight
a funky dread locks
"Hello!" with that real low tone
And a raw Jamaican accent make her poor heart foam
She forgot about the problems that she had
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
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