Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Angels (Featuring The Notorious B.I.G.) , by - Diddy - Dirty Money. Release date: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Angels (Featuring The Notorious B.I.G.) |
| Uh-huh… |
| This that Dirty Money. |
| Uh-huh… |
| (Uh.Uh.) It’s that Dirty Money |
| Uh, ain’t no shook hands in Brook-land |
| Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies |
| Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD |
| Cryin, know my friends is lyin |
| Y’all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers |
| Or they Desert, dyin ain’t the shit but it’s pleasant |
| Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot. |
| Uh, uh, uh… (It's that Dirty Money…) |
| I’m a photographer’s dream |
| Countin cream as my chain swing |
| Mack 11 for the things that the days bring |
| I’m after cheddar, dirty money, yeah I chase cream |
| Patent leather like I’m Puffy in my Saleen |
| I rock jewels like my niggas in the A-Team |
| I’m outta space, can’t you seem I am an al-ien? |
| My wrist A-list, Audemar is ageless |
| Bezel lit up like a billboard out in Vegas |
| You can’t be serious baby you know I’m on fiyah… |
| Top 5, but can send you to the Most High |
| Dope boy and that’s even in the bowtie |
| Oh boy, cause you know I got them close ties |
| (All aboard!) The last train to Paris |
| Wheels look like a Ferris, your jeweler should be embarrassed (hahaha!) |
| Rick the Ruler my mula produce the carats (whaaaa?) |
| Let’s bow our heads, I gave you somethin to cherish |
| (This That Dirty Money) |
| Came from heaven just to sing a song for you… |
| To the rhythm of my love for you, and now it’s beatin slow |
| And you know, this the ennnnd of the road |
| When I sing that slow song for you… |
| And love was nothin but another gun for you ('nother gun for you.) |
| And I would hide it in my helpless soul |
| I’m not afraid to go down the road where we go |
| I don’t know, you can hear 'em callin, don’t you? |
| When the angels call like. |
| (Dawn) |
| YOOOOOOOO-HOOO~! |
| If you don’t wanna stay you can GOOOOO-OHH… |
| It seems love don’t live here no more… |
| The angels are flyin so loud, singin' to you… |
| (Don't you hear them callin you?) |
| He’s the one you love… (cause I hear 'em callin me…) |
| And he’s the one you trust… (…like our time is almost through) |
| Time is runnin out (There's nothin left to do) |
| When they’re callin you… |
| When the angels call like. |
| (I answer) |
| Falling… for yooooou… |
| I will tell the angels, «No» |
| Let 'em turn back into stone |
| I doooo… (I doo…) love yoooou… (love yoooou…) |
| It’s true… (It's true…) |
| Fire… climbing… |
| We ignore the angels' call! |
| They were warnings after all |
| It’s cool… if I’m… |
| With you… |
| When the angels call like… |
| Uh, uh, uh Ain’t no shook hands in Brook-land |
| Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies |
| Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD |
| Cryin, know my friends is lyin |
| Y’all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers |
| Or they Desert, dyin ain’t the shit but it’s pleasant |
| Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot. |
| Uh, uh, uh… (It's that Dirty Money…) |
| When the angels call like… |