angels cry

Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh-ooh, yeah Ooh-ooh, yeah [Chorus] Got a bad bitch on my hip just like a Lighter Leash (Wah-wah, wow, wow) The fuck nigga don't want smoke, he steady coppin' pleas (Wah, wah, wah) Tryna rip my fingers through the California breeze (It's diamond*) I done cut my fingers thumbin' through these hunnids, sheesh (Damn) Roll up and cut my ring girl off, I'm tryna get some peace (Tryna get some peace) Pull up and let the Nina off, gotta show 'em shit ain't sweet (Show 'em shit ain't sweet) Can we fuck? Bitch, don't waste time 'cause I got hella freaks And these choppas like the choir, they make melodiеs (Wah) [Verse] Wish my dawg could go overseas but he got fеlonies (Wah) Lil' bro don't even ride the train 'cause he got hella beef Could've made a million with his jumper but fell to the streets Ran through a thousand hoes but he died 'cause a freak (Wah-wah, wah-wah, wah, wah) MIA with all these racks like I'm locked in with Z's (Wah-wah) MPR, the Ø Way, got the lil' bitch on her knees (Ø Way) I count the racks like foreplay, I spent two racks for some jeans Ain't no bitch out my league, ain't no bitch that I need (Huh?) And no bitch in my jeans (Wow), she like purses and things (Wow) I mean Birkins to be specific, you see all these fashion diamonds, I worked for these things (Damn) I stayed down and waited my turn now my bank account terrific (Yeah, ayy-yeah) [Chorus] Got a bad bitch on my hip just like a Lighter Leash (Ooh) The fuck nigga don't want smoke, he steady coppin' pleas (Ooh) Tryna rip my fingers through the California breeze (Ooh) I done cut my fingers thumbin' through these hunnids, sheesh Roll up and cut my ring girl off, I'm tryna get some peace (Ooh-ooh) Pull up and let the Nina off, gotta show 'em shit ain't sweet (Ooh-ooh) Can we fuck? Bitch, don't waste time 'cause I got hella freaks (Yeah) And these choppas like the choir, they make melodies (Ooh-ooh)