knows just what I like The Angel on my bike She found me down on a two ton anchor Tangled up in wire She always gets it right The Angel on my bike I
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She knows just what I like The angel on my bike She found me down on a two ton anchor Tangled up in wire She always gets it right The angel on my bike
And when I do I'm sleeping in my mama room" I don't like you n-gga If I was old enough I would fight you n-gga I wanna run over you in my bike you n-
't, let you or self down If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest rift And you slipped off the side and clenched on to your life in my grip I would
Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties
in the city of (angels) Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) She takes me high, she will always be my (angel) (The Game) (Fly away, fly away) My
nigga, I'll sell a bitch a dream She's a a real bitch so I need her on my team My team, my team, yeah I need her on my team I think I seen shawty on
from here on out let your soul have a peceful journey One love! (Pimp) Now I got love for my homies who done shed blood for my homies In the night sometimes
so I rode my bike like lightning and I made cappuccinos that would make the angels sing took two showers a day and I dressed up like a princess shook my fist in my
on ya chain? Yo, I'm C.O., Other People Money type thing Now haters in the game wanna take my place Live my life, wish they could take my face Fuck my
some time in jail Mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail I ain't been no Angel but even God he understands Well my hairs turning white My necks always been red My
vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello Which she ain't never studied And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary About his inability to hold an erection on
my many inspirations When I say, I can't let you or self down If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff And if you slipped off the side and clinched on
where you passing I gotta be a thug angel, smoking angel dust Who can I trust, I'mma bust til my stainless rust The devil harm me til my pillow soaking
the year I crashed my motor bike I think it was the summer I think you whispered When you gonna wake up? When you gonna wake up? Dear Slip these on
Got flows till the beat run out I told you mothafuckas before we in the house And we standing on the couch With my drink and my two step My drink and my
