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fimiguerrero & len - angles lyrics

[chorus: fimiguerrero]
bad gyal wanna come tango, the money do magic like gandalf
i know about ig handles, she said she from east and her back said “jambo” (hi)
angles, all angles, you know you look good all angles
angles, all angles, i know you look good all angles
i won’t snitch like randall, i just wanna beat, steel bangle
capri and my cartier bangle, i read it like a fifa manual
angles, all angles, you know you look good all angles
angles, all angles, i know you look good all angles

[verse 1: len]
i told my doctor “it’s okay, already put my wrist in ice”
my n+gga had told me “it’s okay, lenny you’re comin’ home tonight”
my plug’s okay, went down on the price
been up for weeks, you know i ain’t slowing down or turning down
she ain’t want me back then, but she then shе certain now
b+b+b+bad gyal, slim body, tryna turn her ’round, turn her ’round
got a city girl yеarnin’ out
what i get for a verse right now, these numbers, you can’t read, lookin’ like cursive now
bad ting called donna, she handle my meat, but i ain’t surprised she a turkish gyal
girl, i was boozy, k!ll bill
i took a pill right now, i don’t feel real
settin’ up shop, i need me a drink
i got all the bread, i feel like a meal deal
you best hope i don’t die
you think my k!llers won’t slide
you must think your girlfriend’s not mine
truth been looking at you, you don’t wanna use your eyes
back then, i was ten, if i lost me a fiver, i would lose my mind
[verse 2: fimiguerrero]
she got her feet in the air, my feet in the game (bah)
new+day n+ggas are lame, it’s so sad that nothin’ ain’t changed
how you get gassed when you buy a lil’ chain when your label made you a slave? (b+tch)
you did it for girls and fame (haha)
i just doing my ting keep quiet
velour on my tracksuit, enter my range
i feel like i’m paid in full (i’m rich)
i watch the paper fall
if money ain’t phone, i ain’t pickin’ the call (brr)
these n+ggas didn’t listen in school (they didn’t)
you got the work on [?]
mr. t, i pity the fool (yeah, yeah)
these n+ggas ain’t bosses at all

- fimiguerrero len lyrics

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