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Paroles de la chanson angel reese par Lil Bean

Mm, yeah
Uh, huh

Hold on, let me talk my shit, ain't got no time to think
Bitch get thirsty lookin' at my neck, it's water like the sink
Bitch, you want a car, you on the bus, started in an AMG
Press a button, make that shit go fast, it feel like Need for Speed
I can do this shit with ease, brand new hundreds in my jeans
Know some bitches who be holdin' down the block like Angel Reese

We get in that room, I got her legs open like a V
Know a bougie bitch, she want her hair did in Double C
Probably out 'til you niggas leave, promise I won't intervene
Niggas fake sippin', say he sippin' mud, it's really green
It's not a dollar unattended, it's pink diamonds in my pendant
I ask brother what's inside this cup, he told me mind my business
I just bought another chain, I call it Venus 'cause it's tenants
Bitches dumb, I tell her keep it on the low, she want attention
I was deep inside that pussy, that shit sweet like honey buns
Got my sack right, I spent a dozen, put the hundreds up

Goin' crazy, I felt I'm the best that it ever was
Know this FN on me plastic, put the metal up
Every time these niggas count me out, I just level up
I got Harriet Tubman on me right now, that's a dub
I just told baby throw it back on me, make me cum
I just told bro if it ain't the money, it's puppy love
Pussy good, I double back, I'm in Vegas shootin' crap
She say she a real bitch, she don't just fall for double taps
I told brother if I catch the right play, I'm done with rap
'Member I used to really fuck with broke hoes, I'm done with that
I want money, fuck the fame, they gon' say I'm M.I.A

Young nigga, I can make like ten thousand in a day
I just talked to unc' the other day, he goin' through some things
He say he gotta live another birthday up in the cage
I don't love her, I just hit that bitch to get my racks up
When I was young, yeah, pops was on the corner gettin' them racks up
In my lane, I just cross them over just like hot sauce
As a kid, was watchin' ball to block and I was a hot boy
Gotta be careful what I'm postin' now, might make the tabloid
I remember I was broke as fuck, I had to fast forward

That first pendant piece was out the paint, I had to cram for it
Cool nigga, but if it's for that sack, I'll break your hand for it, yeah

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