| Bad Boy
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| Maybach
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| You ain't even gotta count the money
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| It's all up
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| BOSS
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| All aboard
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| Last Train to Paris
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| Heh, via the ghetto
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| (Maybach Music!)
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| I'm a photographer's dream
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| Counting cream as my chain swing
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| Mack 11 for the things that the days bring
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| I'm after cheddar, dirty money, yeah I chase cream
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| Patent leather like I'm Puffy in my Salem
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| I rock jewels like my niggas in the A-Team
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| I'm outta space, can't you seem I am a al-ien?
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| My wrist A-list, Audemar is ageless
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| Bezel lit up like a billboard out in Vegas
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| You can't be serious baby you know I'm on...
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| Top 5, but can send you to the Most High
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| Dope boy and that's even in the bowtie
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| Oh boy, cause you know I got them close ties
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| (All aboard!) The last train to Paris
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| Wheels look like a Ferris, your jeweler should be embarrassed (hahaha!)
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| Rick the Ruler my mula produce the carats (whaaaa?)
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| Let's bow our heads, I gave you something to cherish
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| It's that Dirty Money...
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| Came from heaven just to sing a song for you...
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| To the rhythm of my love for you, and now it's beating slow
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| And you know, this the end of the road
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| When I sing that slow song for you...
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| And love was nothing but another gun for you (another gun for you.)
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| And I would hide it in my helpless soul
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| I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go
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| I don't know, you can hear 'em calling, don't you?
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| When the angels call like.
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| O-oh!
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| If you don't wanna stay you can go
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| It seems love don't live here no more
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| The angels are flying so low, singing to you
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| (Don't you hear me calling you?)
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| He's the one you love... (cause I hear 'em calling me...)
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| And he's the one you trust... (...like our time is almost through)
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| Time is running out (There's nothing left to do)
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| When they're calling you...
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| When the angels call like. |
| (I answer)
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| Lord forgive me I'm a sinner, oatmeal in the winter
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| Talking leather interior, oak wheel in the center
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| My niggas deal opium, still in the OBM
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| Condominiums in the center of Ethiopia (Whaaa?)
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| +Dirty Money+ all they seeing on them Phantom plates
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| Seats blue jeans and it's treated like a cabaret
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| Five shots, now they need a roll of yellow tape
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| Wit a Glock, make a scene, I'm the F. Gary Gray
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| Crab cakes served chill on that Learjet
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| Whenever Diddy call I know it's 'bout a big check
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| How many bags you forget to get your chick yet?
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| Know her sex good just by looking at my chick neck
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| (All aboard!) The last train to Paris
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| Wheels look like a Ferris, your jeweler should be embarrassed
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| I took a palm and read it just like a tarot
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| I could detonate a bomb at the issue of any challenge
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| Falling... for you...
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| I will tell the angels, "No"
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| Let 'em turn back into stone
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| I do (I do...) love you... (love you...)
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| It's true... (It's true...)
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| Fire... climbing...
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| We ignore the angels' call!
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| They were warnings after all
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| It's cool... if I'm...
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| With you...
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| When the angels call like...
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| O-oh!
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| If you don't wanna stay you can go
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| It seems love don't live here no more
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| The angels are flying so low, singing to you
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| (Don't you hear me calling you?)
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| He's the one you love... (cause I hear 'em calling me...)
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| And he's the one you trust... (...like our time is almost through)
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| Time is running out (There's nothing left to do)
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| When they're calling you...
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| When the angels call like. |
| (I answer) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Angels , by - Diddy Dirty MoneySong from the album Last Train To Paris, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп