PLAYWITHGUNS, Lil Shine - ​​angels lyrics

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Angels on my phone
Get me higher than i've ever been
Triple 2 heavenboys
Yeah you know we heaven sent
That's my lil baby i might cop that
Bitch a fendi dress
Walking out the store and
I'm looking so elegant

(yeah, aye) pradas on my feet
And you know i spent your rent again

At the hotel w
Your hoe and we're checking in

I got racks in my mcqueens
Your bitch left you on read again

(keep calling me, keep calling)

At the trap house and
We counting dead presidents
I stand for the youth
Yeah that's what i represent
Still fucked up cause i can't
Believe you said that shit

(keep calling me, keep calling)

Yeah i'm fucking on this bitch
I don't even need tho
And he was talking shit
Told him look up in the mirror
Yeah i be counting racks
You be counting zeros
Shawty she a fan, she be saying i'm her hero

Yeah ecstasy on me
Yeah imma split it with your bitch
Fucked up man
Yeah the opioids they got me sick
I need me a girl who gon stay w me thru it
Baby you and me we can
Count hella blue strips
We can take some shrooms and
We'll go to the movies
Come to my place, we can fuck or just cool it
You can use me just don't let me feel useless

(keep calling me, keep calling)

Angels on my phone
Get me higher than i've ever been
Triple 2 heavenboys
Yeah you know we heaven sent
That's my lil baby i might cop
That bitch a fendi dress
Walking out the store and
I'm looking so elegant