Lyrics:
They left him stuck in the Penn
I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
Nobody cares what got here
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
They left him stuck in the Penn
I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
Nobody cares what got here
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
been up to something, I'm protected, better watch out
Know my daddy thuggin had to pray he put the glock down
Angels with the smoke, applying pressure,
where he was introduced to the label by Nedjon Media on visit to Nigeria in 2017, he is in the Nedjon Media label. Angel Henry answered 'Henry Junior
where he was introduced to the label by Nedjon Media on visit to Nigeria in 2017, he is in the Nedjon Media label. Angel Henry answered 'Henry Junior
[Verse 1]
Everybody fin to die, by the hands of the dark angel adjust
Snatching your breath, till it dims up your chest
How much pain, can I
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
what?"
But his man is like, "Psych yo"
Take it from one extreme to the next
And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X
I can bring it from up
Forgetting they vision blurry
Man who you bout heal
By getting yaself killed
Unless you really a demon
Then Satan go head redeem em
Infrared scope red beam em
swerving
I got the word and he crazy puss
But playing wolf
I can tell that he crazy shook
By the way he look
Us battling is a crazy look
I'm like before
like Cody/
Going step by step up/
James Brown/
I get around/
Step step up/
Hey now/
You don't get no awards for effort/
You lamed out/
Tryna get applause
Trying to feel my inside soul
Cause a angel told me it's cold
But ain't no way I can fold
With a pair of nuts this damn swoll
'Cause where a nigga
woah woah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oo oo
In the background
The voice of an angel
Nicky T. has the voice of an angel
Nicky, you have
money, sprint to that green (on that money, sprint to that green)
300, bitch, that's the team (300, bitch, that's the team)
Infrared, yeah, we love them
That’s a lot of bread y’all got
Going straight to the top
See me on the big screen
Mallo Malcolm X get it by any means
I'm a invest in stock
Ambitions
(Hook)
I want you to feed me with intelligence, adsorb your knowledge through my dread.
I adore seeing you in your element, your energy is infrared
on the stocks
Cover the California plates and park the shit around the block
Jump out the phone booth wit infrared's on the glocks
On some Call of Duty shit,
on the stocks
Cover the California plates and park the shit around the block
Jump out the phone booth wit infrared's on the glocks
On some Call of Duty shit,
(You're my, you're my)
Angel
You're my angel
You're my, you're my angel
You're my angel (uh)
Uh, yeah, uh
Back with another one
Trust, went
mr. mac-10,
With the infrared grin, I can't pretend,
Who I be, the s-e-are-v aka billy badgate
Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face
[Featuring Kane & Abel Mia X Mystikal Silkk The Shocker]
[Master P]
Uhhhhhh ha ha
Where the real niggas at
Right chea right chea
pay per view ability
Angel flight superhero, platform shoes
Stomp down, return smacks, sniffin afro hairy chest
Being, often seen, the Atlantic
beamer is the worst place
To be caught with the strap
A ten thousand bail and an infrared Glock I'll never get back
Can't fight the shit so I'm down for
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