Angel

Angel

Angel

Angel

Yeah

Yeah

A real nigga

Shit I know how to handle her

Laid back turning up that Angela

New to this fame shit

Got us still ducking all the cameras

Blogs on that lame shit

Still trying to damage us

But we play the yacht

Seven seas

She playing candy crush

She sweet

Every time I eat her

I get a sugar rush

His and hers Rollies

Let her meet the brodies

It took me one time over to get it

Thats a bogey

We flip 8 to 24 yeap thats a Kobe

Gotta Maine Lobster

Steak gotta be Kobe

Paired with red wine

Lil mama too fine

Back seat of the Benz

Let the seat recline

I told her ride me now

She see my old hoes calling

She take my phone from me

She hit decline

I asked God send a sign

And he sent you from heaven

Straight to me the new Bonnie and Clyde

Angel

Angel

Angel

Angel

She wifey material

I love her she spiritual

I swear it's something about her

It's more than the physical

Your ex's let you go

Now they look pitiful

One trash is the next mans treasure

Now she got a hell of a glow

Looking like a polar bear

Ice around her

White like china

Walking round in a fur coat

Like it's 30 below

New car got no note

You don't want no smoke

I taught her how to tote

We split it done the middle

Whatever we gross

Hold that champagne up

Its time to make a toast

She let me meet her folks

Her momma love me

Daddy love me

Told me put a ring on it

Welcome to the family

So a nigga put a ring on it

Dropped to one knee

Changed your last name

And dropped 12 in the V

Big rocks

6 carats on your ring

No more playing games

Now we own the team

Facts

Angel

Angel

Angel

Angel