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letra de angel (remix) - ​lil different

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angel, angel, angel, angel, angel (yea)
angel, angel, angel, angel, angel (alright)
[verse 1]
angel angel that hoe ain’t no angel (angel)
i been looking at her ass from a different angle (angle)
all these b-tchs fake, like a donut and a bagel (bagel)
flirting with every n-gga, but i don’t find it playful (no i don’t)
they say words are painful, sh-t this heat f-cking fatal (yes it is)
double cup purple syrup, but i just stick with maple (maple syrup)
i don’t dance wit da devil, ’cause my ballet ain’t graceful (no it ain’t)
thеse hoes out to get me, you will never get me (no you won’t)
i don’t work for no hoe
so you won’t catch me sweating (no you won’t)
you n-ggas don know me, even if you met me (met me)
forget what you’ve seen, like i change the f-cking setting (setting)
you n-ggas won’t touch me, stop all of that threatening (threatening)
makes me lose my mind sh-t, makes me feel beheaded (beheaded)
make you lose your life, make you go straight to heaven (heaven)
and when you n-ggas fallin off, ima keep peddling (peddling)
all dees people questioning, but ima leave em guessing
[chorus]
angel angel
dat hoe ain’t no angel
i be lookin at her from a whole other angle
i be lookin at her like mother f-cking stranger
b-tch quit looking a me that’s some mother f-kin danger
[verse 2]
reckless eyeballing, that’s gon cost you
pull your b-tch to the side, and rip her clothes off her
get naked b-tch, you know what time it is
slap the b-tch a couple times, and let her know it’s real
live, macking, no slacking bout that action
and i won’t tussle wit n-ggas, these brass knuckles packing
smooth, suave, calm and collective
fast money and bucks, them checks yea i collect them
n0body does it better, got them saying the sh-t i say
’cause my words live forever, but you ain’t on my level
these b-tchs not angels, but these n-ggas is demons
they smelling filthy as f-ck, and looking like my s-m-n
b-tch i’ll beat my d-ck, before i trip
quit wasting money on them drugs
faking like you the plug
them hoes smell like p-ss, and then n-ggas smell like sh-t
spilt your tongue and have him watch you crawling
grass serpents

[chorus]
angel angel
dat hoe ain’t no angel
i be lookin at her from a whole other angle
i be lookin at her like mother f-cking stranger
b-tch quit looking a me that’s some mother f-kin danger
angel angel
dat hoe ain’t no angel
i be lookin at her from a whole other angle
i be lookin at her like mother f-cking stranger
b-tch quit looking a me that’s some mother f-kin danger
(b-tch quit looking at me that’s some motherf-cking danger)

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