Lyrics:
angel
Como se llama aquel
Bilando con el diablo
con tu amor nunca fallo
never said that I was perfect
Stick by my side I'll never Forfeit
Bottles of wine
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
by the way she fucking me she want baby
Just by the way she fucking me she loving me
I need you to look out for me
Them angels been schemein on me
I
Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler that's all and that
little heart can find some joy
One little angel who was riding a star
Cried as she looked down at the tree
"Oh please Mr. Father Tree, wherever you
digg
Now she all about me you digg
Mrs TDG you digg
She still for the streets
Got all my shit on repeat ey
Ou She for the streets
I be running them
representin')
Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
365 I'm live at every angle
Mental methodical mind, niggas
'm a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all
Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I
[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didnt get drafted by the NBA,
but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind,
put you on front
came across all these little ppl lil ppl right infront of me
they looked up at me and sed hey mr r u tall
i sed yes im tall but hu r u wierd little
freezin'
And Mrs. said that you would never be shit
And you don't wanna cry about dad, but you need him
I grew up so fucked, but I didn't even deep it
Lil Chuckie.
boy when we catch you
its over with
even stunna cant save you on this one
Nicki Minaj.
yo yo yo
yo ima show these girls how to pick 'em
The vital, life goes on, god bless our hearts, but There's something to tell you about
We don't say no wow
Yeah
Lil' clothes, lil' bodies, I don't never know
I was a monster
I spent my life in hiding just like the locness
Now let me talk this
I'm followed by pain like my first name is Martin
I got
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant
Yes, motherfucker
As a youngster I never knew
going down" and told me "get in bed"
Love you I know it now they way you kiss the head
They called you by my name they called you Mrs. Gregg
And we was
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
on my shit I think her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht
that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can
a dying dream
Craving lit up by belief
On the side of angels, dead in need
Take me away
Misplaced among the angels
Save me, I'm in need of you
When
hit one of your friends and
It's some black tubes
Yeah, call Mr gun Knife Lanez
I call me Mr "Damn He Done Fucked My Dame"
It's lil' nigga that you
lickin lickin me now
I got the world in my palm of my hand
Know the angels is hittin the ground
30 for 30 you know
It ain't nothing to meet my lil 40 from
guard ya grill
'cause where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didn't make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest
niggas wishin they was me
Cleanin yall up
Call me mr clean
Air force ones and a fresh white T
In other words I'm the angel to be
Dont listen to me
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