angel$ - kidd wes lyrics
i got to have one that hustle.. you what i’m saying..
you know..
i don’t like them females that be asking for stuff
you know what i’m saying
i like ones that go get it on your own, ya feel me?
tell em’ you ain’t sitting in the house (you dig)
you just got your own, you stepping out (you dig)
he said, “don’t you come in back up in my house” (the crib)
she said, “n*gga, i don’t need ya keys, i got everything i need..”so she pop out
name another chick (i know)
she a boss now
make another b*tch follow
with the top down
you ain’t gotta flex (i know)
you just like to get them checks and do your best
(i know)
i had to roll with tammy
i had to roll with tammy
she got gotta sweet connect and gets you off from the grammys (grammies)
bodied the real estate and got home in atlanta
she jug up your credit real quick and get you home in a phantom
keisha get you right
keisha get you right
f*cking with her ends and it’s on sight
mani and a pedi that salon life
she own like four of those to get your girls right
wrists like aquafina
i could f*ck with tina
everything in twos like she derrick jeter
two in the house, two in the bank, two*seater
she keep two n*ggas in case one leaving…
tell em’ you ain’t sitting in the house (you dig)
you just got your own, you stepping out (you dig)
he said, “don’t you come in back up in my house” (the crib)
she said, “n*gga, i don’t need ya keys, i got everything i need..”so she pop out
name another chick (i know)
she a boss now
make another b*tch follow
with the top down
you ain’t gotta flex (i know)
you just like to get them checks and do your best
(i know)
i need a bag
i got that dollar for dimes
get his d*ck hard when i rhyme
my p*ssy fat
eat it like apples and pines
b*tches be bragging like lice
he say i’m nice
ain’t met a k!ller this kind
got a rap hoe thinking twice
i got a son i gotta pop like a gun
keep that boy flyer than kites
after this d*ck, i’m chasing money that’s it
f*ck with my money its lit
223, .38, take a pic
shoot a b*tch right in her tit
been with the sh*ts
i burn a chest like a fit
n*gga i been banging crip
i drop a verse and flip it like a brick
treat the game like streets
you gonna pay for a hit
tell em’ you ain’t sitting in the house (you dig)
you just got your own, you stepping out (you dig)
he said, “don’t you come in back up in my house” (the crib)
she said, “n*gga, i don’t need ya keys, i got everything i need..”so she pop out
name another chick (i know)
she a boss now
make another b*tch follow
with the top down
you ain’t gotta flex (i know)
you just like to get them checks and do your best
(i know)
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