Lyrics:
Superiority makes me a desolate stranger
Plus I'm crazy motherfucker like I'm touched by the angels!
This is not a good time to lose my mind
This ain't
Do so much shit in KOD, they calling me Trick Daddy
Moncler with Louboutin, yeah, I mismatch it
You can tell I'm a rich nigga by looking at me
I'm
with this chicken wondering if I'ma creep her
Little hoodrat bitch from 25th named Tenika
Coming through, like I do, you know, getting my bark on
Knew
with this chicken wondering if I'ma creep her
Little hoodrat bitch from 25th named Tenika
Coming through, like I do, you know, getting my bark on
Knew
Now I'm up here, Sittin’ on a shelf
Santa's little Elf, just spying IRL
My job be like: "Make sure
That these kids behave, and don't
Whine or fight
When daddy's little angel with her mommas eyes
Came rolling up straight from the city lights
In a brand new beamer not made to drive these dirt roads
of your homies, come on gangsta, draw the chalk
Mom and daddy, they ain't raise no hoes, this shit ain't my fault
Said my little devil, it pound my demon,
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
quietly
Imma do that because I am a man of piety
And I wanna help you avoid being judged by our Jewish society
But as for me & you baby, it's over, entirely
roll down the cheeks of sinners
By the time my mama's song was done.
When mama sang the angels stopped to listen
You could see the love light
Of a small town
Southern man
Finally death
Came callin'
For this small town
Southern man
He said it's alright
'Cause I see angels
And they got me
By
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
and then Tommy and at last was Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I had to be my mama's little man
But it seemed that as daddy's back grew weak
My
didn’t have it
Shout out to Smoke Joe, you lent me plenty cabbage
You my cousin, but you more like my brother
The closest thing I had to a brother was
the family
at the fire they sit
you're lying in
the cribb
rocked by mom and daddy
good night miracle
of love
sleep tight,I'll sing you a lullaby
cause when
know one day you're daddy's little angel,
The next day you're everything he wanted you to be
They dress you up in white satin
And they give you your
Mama raised us by the bible
And washed us in the gospel
Daddy taught us 'bout the bottle
And drug us to the truck pull
I guess you can say we
face
I can see the angel
Flying high above the sky
Daddy's in the distance
With arms open wide
Mama I think I'm going home tonight
Lifeless asleep
In
is queens
If ya independent you will always have a king
Pulling success by the strings
Everybody telling me I got my daddy's jeans
My angels are
follow your dream.
When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things
Pretty party dresses, candy and rings
You was your Momma's little angel
Momma's got her apron on standin'
In the kitchen
Cookin' up my favorite dish whatever
She is fixin'
Daddy's in a picture in a frame that's
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
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
to debate who is right
Fuck it I'm left handed me holding my tongue bout as likely this Tech jamming
Surround by simps and step daddies on the gram holding
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