Lyrics:
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
don't forget to mention me
The angel of rap, the un-ordinary light
Already did what I was gonna do before you even got the mic
We left a large solar
in the age of the social
On our knees, take a test
To be lovin' and grateful
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel
Trick Daddy Dollaz
Eightball, Trey Songz
We high
Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is you're captain speakin' to ya
I'd like to welcome
it comes undone
Angels we have had heard on high
Lordy how these footsteps fly
Angels we have had heard on high
Lordy how these footsteps…
Crimson
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly swinging over the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Gloria In Excelsis Deo
your angel
I saw the teardrops, and I heard you cry
All you need is time, seek me and you shall find
You have everything and you're still lonely
It
your angel
I saw the teardrops, and I heard you cry
All you need is time, seek me and you shall find
You have everything and you're still lonely
It
COULDN'T SAY.
D7 G B7 C Cm
BUT WHEN WE'D SING TOGETHER THOSE COUNTRY HARMONIES
G Em Em C C/D G G, D, G/D, D, A
I NEVER HEARD A SWEETER VOICE COME SO EASY
Angels we have heard on high,
sweetly singing o'er the plains,
and the mountains in reply
echo back their joyous strains.
Shepherds, why this
And ain't no stoppin' us know 'cause we can prove this shit
Nigga me Stew D P-D Freaky G
The whole world wanna be a rappin' with me
I'm in the flesh
Let's
in a quick sec
A little faster, we woulda flipped over and fell to our death
Walked right out that fire
While death was knocking at my door
Angel
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
angel love
She was an angel to me
Swag angelic you see
We met over dating sites about a quarter to three
Making promise of fantasies on consistency based
tired of feelin' that the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we goin' make it
Oh
The world famous
Glo-glo-gloria
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing over the plain
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
An angel said he seen me fry ducking bullets
I promise I couldn't stop the work
My niggas have put in
Your brains is banana pudding
I'm looking for trouble,
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas dont
don't know what you heard
We gotta win
I have too
Gone with the wind
I'm moving faster
If I commit a sin for my brothers
I pray to Jehovah
Let this be
Glo-glo-glo-glo-ria
Yeah
Ooh, oh, ooh oh, yeah
Angels
We have heard on high
Sweetly singing
O'er the plain
And the mountains
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