Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angel Wings, artist - Lil Reek. Album song Slime Bizness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Donut Shop
Song language: English
Angel Wings |
| Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly |
| I got my bag, I went to the sky |
| You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie |
| If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die |
| I got them bags, could be your supply |
| Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy |
| Smoking exotic, you know I stay high |
| These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying |
| Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly |
| I got my bag, I went to the sky |
| You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie |
| If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die |
| I got them bags, could be your supply |
| Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy |
| Smoking exotic, you know I stay high |
| These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying |
| And this shit, can’t tell it didn’t come in my size |
| Bad bitch and you know she a dime |
| She hop in the car, we gon' go take a ride |
| Hope, yeah, she can catch some of these vibes |
| I’m a young nigga, I can’t spend no time |
| And this shit wasn’t easy, I stayed on my grind |
| I went got a bag, I didn’t waste no time |
| All of these niggas be capping and lying |
| Put 'em straight 'cross the head, they know that I’m sliding |
| And you know just how them slides slide |
| Get a bag every time I get bagged for a show |
| And I’m selling that bitch out |
| And I’m the flyest young nigga you know |
| Four pockets full, I’ma cash out |
| Rackades on me everywhere I go |
| Glizzy on me, I’ma air it out |
| Maybach big as fuck |
| Fly car in the parking lot |
| Big house with the marble floor |
| I remember that time when we got put out |
| Days trapping in front of that store |
| Now I got hella bags in the spot |
| And the hoes just came in and they finna go out |
| Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly |
| I got my bag, I went to the sky |
| You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie |
| If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die |
| I got them bags, could be your supply |
| Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy |
| Smoking exotic, you know I stay high |
| These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying |
| Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly |
| I got my bag, I went to the sky |
| You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie |
| If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die |
| I got them bags, could be your supply |
| Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy |
| Smoking exotic, you know I stay high |
| These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying |
| Yeah, fifteen hundred for the Louboutins |
| My lil' mama just bought some Gucci, yeah |
| Bugs Bunny, I got them carats, yeah |
| Smoking Wedding Cake, rolling that sticky icky |
| His girlfriend wan' come take a flicky flicky |
| Use a magnifying glass, ain’t no bitch is in me |
| We fuck hoes, ain’t no loving them |
| Approach niggas, ain’t no dodging them |
| My talks are too short, there’s no argument |
| Bought a plain jane and I flooded it |
| Look at these niggas, they all for the 'Gram |
| All of my bitches is private on the 'Gram |
| Told all of my hitters stay far from the man |
| Move to LA, now the parties in the mansion |
| She popping pills all in my mansion |
| Spent three thousand dollars on my glasses |
| Ain’t no way that I can see a bad bitch |
| Said she comes from Europe and she speak German so she got an accent |
| Fuck with a nigga from the 6, ain’t leaving no doubt, all my niggas blasting |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly |
| I got my bag, I went to the sky |
| You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie |
| If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die |
| I got them bags, could be your supply |
| Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy |
| Smoking exotic, you know I stay high |
| These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying |
| Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly |
| I got my bag, I went to the sky |
| You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie |
| If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die |
| I got them bags, could be your supply |
| Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy |
| Smoking exotic, you know I stay high |
| These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Oh, yeah, yeah |
| Oh, yeah, yeah |
| Oh, yeah, yeah |
| Oh, yeah, yeah |