Angel lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
We could chill, have a fun time, baby, ayy
Take you 'round, get you wine and dine, baby, ayy
Whatcha like, I got nothin' but time, baby, ayy
Get your right, anything to make you mine, baby, ayy
I keep her flyer than angels, ayy
I beat it at different angles, ayy
Hold it down, I put in work, ayy
I hit these n*ggas where it hurt, ayy
We could chill, have a fun time, baby, ayy
Take ya 'round, get you wine and dine, baby, ayy
Whatcha like, I got nothin' but time baby, ayy
Get your right, anything to make you mine, baby, ayy

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
Rolex, bright link, couldn't add up to her
The times I would wait for you
The times they have for left you
The times I spent cake with you
The times that I would wait for your call
And you know how many times I took your ass to the mall
Baby, how many times I brought you out to show off
She want the whole damn store, and I'm buyin' it all
She want the whole damn lot, I'ma buy all the cars
And I make at all this gwap just to show you it's ours
How many times you seen me go crazy
Cause thought he was yours
I had to rearrange his face, I had to line up his jaw
And when we f*ck, she screams "Zoo daddy"
But I'm ZooVier to y'all
Y'all n*ggas f*ck around with my baby, that's the end of 'em all
I had his face over a T-shirt and his name on a wall
And when we f*ck, she screams "Zoo daddy"
But I'm ZooVier to y'all
Y'all n*ggas f*ck around with my baby, that's the end of 'em all
I had his face over a T-shirt and his name on a wall
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
We could chill, have a fun time, baby, ayy
Take you 'round, get you wine and dine, baby, ayy
Whatcha like, I got nothin' but time, baby, ayy
Get your right, anything to make you mine, baby, ayy
I keep her flyer than angels, ayy
I beat it at different angles, ayy
Hold it down, I put in work, ayy
I hit these n*ggas where it hurt, ayy
We could chill, have a fun time, baby, ayy
Take ya 'round, get you wine and dine, baby, ayy
Whatcha like, I got nothin' but time baby, ayy
Get your right, anything to make you mine, baby, ayy

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Take her to the spot, she got naked 'fore the door closed
Take you to the top, f*ck your n*gga, he gon' fall close
Neck, wrist, all froze, 20 watches, fo' rolls
2 Bentleys, 4 rows, drive 'em like they all stolen
Hunnid chains on, f*ck a black out
I'mma hit it from the back till she pass out
White and black, b*tch, call it two tone
Swerve it and out of lanes, I'm 2 and 0
All of my n*ggas, they with me, one hell of a night
Sippin' the bottles Henny, they ran out, we bought out the Remy
Pull up with him, there we're Lenny
He talkin' money, we got plenty
We pull up 'em n*ggas be grillin', Coke Boys to the ceilin'
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
We could chill, have a fun time, baby, ayy
Take you 'round, get you wine and dine, baby, ayy
Whatcha like, I got nothin' but time, baby, ayy
Get your right, anything to make you mine, baby, ayy
I keep her flyer than angels, ayy
I beat it at different angles, ayy
Hold it down, I put in work, ayy
I hit these n*ggas where it hurt, ayy
We could chill, have a fun time, baby, ayy
Take ya 'round, get you wine and dine, baby, ayy
Whatcha like, I got nothin' but time baby, ayy
Get your right, anything to make you mine, baby, ayy
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