Angel lyrics

Angel

Angel

Angel

Angel

Yeah

Yeah

A real n*gga
sh*t I know how to handle her
Laid back turning up that Angela
New to this fame sh*t
Got us still ducking all the cameras
Blogs on that lame sh*t
Still trying to damage us
But we play the yacht
Seven seas
She playing candy crush
She sweet
Every time I eat her
I get a sugar rush
His and hers Rollies
Let her meet the brodies
It took me one time over to get it
Thats a bogey
We flip 8 to 24 yeap thats a Kobe
Gotta Maine Lobster
Steak gotta be Kobe
Paired with red wine
Lil mama too fine
Back seat of the Benz
Let the seat recline
I told her ride me now
She see my old hoes calling
She take my phone from me
She hit decline
I asked God send a sign
And he sent you from heaven
Straight to me the new Bonnie and Clyde

Angel

Angel

Angel

Angel

She wifey material
I love her she spiritual
I swear it's something about her
It's more than the physical
Your ex's let you go
Now they look pitiful
One trash is the next mans treasure
Now she got a hell of a glow
Looking like a polar bear
Ice around her
White like china
Walking round in a fur coat
Like it's 30 below
New car got no note
You don't want no smoke
I taught her how to tote
We split it done the middle
Whatever we gross
Hold that champagne up
Its time to make a toast
She let me meet her folks
Her momma love me
Daddy love me
Told me put a ring on it
Welcome to the family
So a n*gga put a ring on it
Dropped to one knee
Changed your last name
And dropped 12 in the V
Big rocks
6 carats on your ring
No more playing games
Now we own the team
Facts

Angel

Angel

Angel

Angel