Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Angel , by - Fetty Wap. Song from the album For My Fans, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.08.2017
Record label: Platinum Town
Song language: English
Angel |
| We could chill, have a fun time, baby |
| Take ya 'round, get you wine and dine, baby |
| Whatcha like?, I got nothin' but time baby |
| Get your right, anythin' to make you mine, baby |
| I keep her flyer than an angel |
| I beat it at different angles |
| Hold it down, I put in work |
| I hit these niggas where it hurt |
| We could chill, have a fun time, baby |
| Take ya 'round, get you wine and dine, baby |
| Whatcha like?, I got nothin' but time baby |
| Get your right, anythin' to make you mine, baby |
| Rollex, bright link, couldn’t head up to her |
| Times I would want for you |
| The times they have for left you |
| The times I spent cake with you |
| The times that I would wait for your call |
| And you know how many times I took your ass to the mall |
| How many times I brought you to the shows |
| She want the whole damn store, and I’m buyin' it all |
| She want the whole damn lot, I’mma buy all the cars |
| And I make at all this guap just to show you it’s ours |
| How many times you seen me go cause he thought he was (?) |
| I had to rearrange his face, I had to line up him jaw |
| And when we fuck, she screams «Zoo daddy», but it’s ZooVier to y’all |
| Y’all niggas fuck around with my baby, that’s the end of 'em all |
| I had his face over a T-shirt and his name on a wall |
| And when we fuck, she screams «Zoo daddy», but it’s ZooVier to y’all |
| Y’all niggas fuck around with my baby, that’s the end of 'em all |
| I had his face over a T-shirt and his name on a wall |
| We could chill, have a fun time, baby |
| Take ya 'round, get you wine and dine, baby |
| Whatcha like?, I got nothin' but time baby |
| Get your right, anythin' to make you mine, baby |
| I keep her flyer than an angel |
| I beat it at different angles |
| Hold it down, I put in work |
| I hit these niggas where it hurt |
| We could chill, have a fun time, baby |
| Take ya 'round, get you wine and dine, baby |
| Whatcha like?, I got nothin' but time baby |
| Get your right, anythin' to make you mine, baby |
| Take her to the spot, she got naked 'fore the door closed |
| Take you to the top, fuck your nigga, he gon' fall close |
| Neck, wrist, all froze, 20 watches, fo' rolls |
| 2 Bentleys, 4 rows, drive 'em like they all stolen |
| Hunnid chains on, fuck a black out |
| I’mma hit it from the back till she pass out |
| White and black, bitch, call it two tone |
| Swerve it and out of lanes, I’m 2 and 0 |
| All of my niggas, they with me, one hell of a night |
| Sippin' the bottles Henny, they ran out, we bought out the Remy |
| Pull up with him, there we’re Lenny |
| He talkin' money, we got plenty |
| We pull up 'em niggas be grillin', Coke Boys to the ceilin' |
| We could chill, have a fun time, baby |
| Take ya 'round, get you wine and dine, baby |
| Whatcha like?, I got nothin' but time baby |
| Get your right, anythin' to make you mine, baby |
| I keep her flyer than an angel |
| I beat it at different angles |
| Hold it down, I put in work |
| I hit these niggas where it hurt |
| We could chill, have a fun time, baby |
| Take ya 'round, get you wine and dine, baby |
| Whatcha like?, I got nothin' but time baby |
| Get your right, anythin' to make you mine, baby |