Izaya Tiji - arch angels lyrics
[Izaya Tiji - arch angels lyrics]
Soon as I walk in, you know
This bitch 'bout be jumping, yeah
Racks came in like a young
Nigga just got lucky, yeah
She on her knees like she
Worship me on Sundays
Drugs got me, no, can't be with you, no way
This lil' bitch go both ways
Oh, you can get money too, nigga, like touché
Eating too good
Young nigga eating that soufflé
Too gone nigga, can't even feel my face
I want the Rick, had to step out that Balmain
Look at ya' bitch
She wanna fuck on my whole gang
Let's hit a lick
Got some niggas that'll do anything
Don't make me pull up in that Bruce Wayne
(What, ew)
Yoppa gon' fuck up his build (Woah)
Stack up my money, it's standing on stilts
Money keep calling like what is the deal?
Young nigga eating expensive meals
Robbed some niggas on Beal
Juggin' shit right out yo' simp
XD right on yo' temp'
Leave him in the air like a blimp
Hot nigga, check out my temp
I think this bitch wanna feel
Baby, come pop a lil' pill
I pop a Perc' and I heal
Used to have the lean on me
Now a Glock 30 on me got chops like NLE
She tryna fuck, me like, "OMG"
Let the money stack taller than me
Why yo' bitch following me?
Walk in the shop I drop three
Balling like Yao Ming (Ew, ew, what)
Soon as I walk in, you know
This bitch 'bout be jumping, yeah
Racks came in like a young
Nigga just got lucky, yeah
She on her knees like she
Worship me on Sundays
Drugs got me, no, can't be with you, no way
This lil' bitch go both ways
Oh, you can get money too, nigga, like touché
This bitch 'bout be jumping, yeah
Racks came in like a young
Nigga just got lucky, yeah
She on her knees like she
Worship me on Sundays
Drugs got me, no, can't be with you, no way
This lil' bitch go both ways
Oh, you can get money too, nigga, like touché
Eating too good
Young nigga eating that soufflé
Too gone nigga, can't even feel my face
I want the Rick, had to step out that Balmain
Look at ya' bitch
She wanna fuck on my whole gang
Let's hit a lick
Got some niggas that'll do anything
Don't make me pull up in that Bruce Wayne
(What, ew)
Yoppa gon' fuck up his build (Woah)
Stack up my money, it's standing on stilts
Money keep calling like what is the deal?
Young nigga eating expensive meals
Robbed some niggas on Beal
Juggin' shit right out yo' simp
XD right on yo' temp'
Leave him in the air like a blimp
Hot nigga, check out my temp
I think this bitch wanna feel
Baby, come pop a lil' pill
I pop a Perc' and I heal
Used to have the lean on me
Now a Glock 30 on me got chops like NLE
She tryna fuck, me like, "OMG"
Let the money stack taller than me
Why yo' bitch following me?
Walk in the shop I drop three
Balling like Yao Ming (Ew, ew, what)
Soon as I walk in, you know
This bitch 'bout be jumping, yeah
Racks came in like a young
Nigga just got lucky, yeah
She on her knees like she
Worship me on Sundays
Drugs got me, no, can't be with you, no way
This lil' bitch go both ways
Oh, you can get money too, nigga, like touché