Gio Shyne - Angelz

Money to blow
Live only way that i know
She got me all in her throat
All of these girls in my phone
Yeah
All of this dirty smoke in my throat
She got a half an O, and i roll
Yeah, young pyro
Fuckin her through the night then i'm ghost
Shawty sum'n to die for
Shawty sum'n to die for
Yung nigga watch ya tone
Loco a shotta ya dunno

Been getting high like angels
Fly like angels
Why you sad
Been getting high like angels
Fly like angels
Why you sad

Skrrt thru streets in lamb
All my fo's pray for them
Walking with the yams
Whip finna cost a hunnid bands
Plugga plugga plugga
Young thugga thugga thugga
Saw 'em at the show
Said fuck dem muhfuckers
Money on dresser no bank
Cup cold I'm drippin the drank
I should be up on a ho
I get the money then go, go, go

Been getting high like angels
Fly like angels
Why you sad
Been getting high like angels
Fly like angels
Why you sad

Written by:
Giordano Rogers

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