Badr2x - Angels

On the road, counting dough
I got fyhh, like a stove
Badr on the track
Imma run the money route and catch it like receiver
I'm hitting up the jeweler, pinky ring came out the freezer
The sound is so melodic, itta blow up like some ether
I'm wearing all these stripes, don't mind the sauce it's Derek Jeter
Ouuu.. it's Derek Jeter, I hit it out the park the crowd goes wild. I take a breather
Mmm...
Like I'm Peter, I'm fighting with this chicken, She's in love with my demeanour
It's nice ta meet ya. The gang we stay outside, we bringing heat just like a fever
Mmm
Ice is chilling
Chilling on my neck I'm getting frostbite it's no biggie
We coming from the slums, but now we lighting up the city
The Angles riding with me as I'm counting all this money
Black excellence the key. You know my etiquette is plenty
Hemmm
I'm with the angels
Hemmm
I'm with the angels !

Written by:
Badreldin Sidik

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