Lyrics:
magic I'm Chris
Angel... I'm hot volcano
Ya girl keep asking me to do anal
Got the game on lock Kurt angle
Big bright star jus call me spangle
She
spangle, smokin Bruce let me hit the banner
Clowning with you n*ggas no no, you is a bozo
Shawty seen us on South Beach she want a photo
Spilled bleach
duckin' your
Hoes and slammin' these
Bitches I might just Kurt Angle you
No star but she'll get to spangle you
Yeah these are Ksubis, no regular
These
in the phalanx
My larynx will identify with Bingo
At the cave's length
Tailing echo chambers spangle plains
Of pots and pans
Dead reversed from
Spangles, sequins, sparklers
Families come together
For the gala dinner
Mom is rushing near the stove
Kids are playing there above
Grandma
praise, I don't want pity
I bang my own drum
Some think it's noise, I think it's pretty
And so what, if I love each feather and each spangle
Why not try
razzle dazzle like Chris Angel
Shine like a star
But I don't spangle banner
Skin turn green like the money
Bruce banner
I got the juice
I'm dripping
I am
Congruent fam
Totally fluent plan
Using different angles
Like the stars that spangle
You cant wrangle how I mangle
Call me Zorro or Django
It
hot, then I pull the lever
Triple 7 like my angels, every problem they untangle
Flag’em down, Star Spangle, demons tryna inter jangle
Living Single,
the fall
Doesn’t mean we work against them
All is one and one is all
It’s the love that they was missing yeah
Judging by the angle
Stars never spangle
Yeah
Baubles, bangles, hear how they jing, jinga-linga
Baubles, bangles, bright shiny beads
Sparkles, spangles, your heart will ring, ring-a-linga
Wearin'
yet I still spangle
You hoping for next like Anticipating a strangle
Might let you eat even though You jokes don't deserve it
Might make you prey it
shadows great appear
Nor doth the early shepherds' star
Shine like a spangle here.
Stay but till my Julia close
Her life-begetting eye
And let the whole
on the heart
And my stars don't spangle, and my stripes are all self-taught
The cost of following's great, torn in the USA
What do I do with all my fifty states
Well her sister used to hate it
So I never thought she'd make it
But she threw you all
Supposing in a spangle wrapper
She will let you stroke her
get cut off
Count my blessings I'm so so thankful
Get my money right, 90 degree angle
Five point star on my banner no spangle
Snatch your chain now your
a star
They’re depending on me like I came with a spangle
Yeah we don’t care who you are
If it’s up then it’s stuck, swear my niggas too dangerous
Run up
of my niggas is ready to tango
I hit his bitches from like 3 different angles
Think imma star, earn my stripes like the spangle
Banner
I hit his bitch wit
personal mayhem
I'll bring the pain up to your people, bringing stars no spangle
You bringing back all that bad luck
That's why you stuck
Sent from hell
fire and brimstone
Looking forward to judgement day
Spangles, lucky bags, 4 a penny blackjacks
Blew the lot on pocket money day
Desperate Dan, Bash
was the Bengals
We gon perform like we was Joe Ingles
Uh
Shawty we could get entangled
Uh
Don't leave me hanging no dangle uh
Be with a star, no spangle
Back with the funk boy I know it's stanky
I been on point coming from angle
Locked in I'm shining check out the spangles
Stay out my space you
I'm a heathen stranger
With a little element of danger
Fuck an angel from every fucking angle
I'm blasphemous, yeah
Fuck the star spangle
I never asked
I Will Always Soothe You
Hurt Mind
But Don't Worry About That
I Will Be Your Stand In Your Side
Spangle Time
I'll Keep In Your Whole Life
Standing
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