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
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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
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
Writer: Trevell Franklin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid