Life of the Party / Angel (feat. Teeban)
Oh she wouldn't call me
Life of the party, life of the party
Oh
Oh how eventful
Dead silence in the venue
(Ooh)
You take a red cup filled with dirt
Have you round some niggas who won't ever miss you
It ain't the time to start acting like yo shit ain't crackin
You fronting you don't even need to
Might be the reason you cry in yo sleep
When you wake up and know that they left you
(Hope she wouldn't call me)
The party on left side
Party on right side
Part at noon
They giving out trophies for acting a fool
Think you need a freezer for keeping yo cool
(Life of the party, life of the party)
What do bitches want from a nigga like me
10 gold chains yeah my neck spot clean
Been around the word do yah yah yah
Black boy magic ta da da
You wanna fit into my shoes oh, oh nah nah nah nah
From my head to my feet too know dolce and gabbana
When ladies they see me go ba na-na-na-nas
Straight to ba-ha-ha-mas
(Aight, Aight)
I just know enough to know, know
No she ain't no angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you
(What to tell you)
I just know enough to know, know
No she ain't no angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you
(What to tell you)
I just know that she ain't never ever been an angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you (aight)
Look
I'm sorry you don't know the shit you probably think that you know
Her body talking to me telling me what she want
(Aye what you want, aye what you want)
I still bump ignition by R [mute] my fault
Problematic Jody got some flaws after all
I keep dividing on my end and it still adding up
I think I got it then I know that I ain't got enough
I keep on pushing on this bitch and she keep backing up
You not gone keep no lock on her like she don't post enough
No she don't post enough
I just know enough to know, know
No she ain't no angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you
I just know enough to know, know
No she ain't no angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you
I just know that she ain't never ever been an angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you
Superfly in the jet
Lasgwidi boy me no send them
Save the roley for my left hand
I be riding round in my coup (scoo scoo)
All my haters e le lor ku (haters go die)
Nobody body fit talk sey dem no know teeban le le le le
Life of the party, life of the party
Oh
Oh how eventful
Dead silence in the venue
(Ooh)
You take a red cup filled with dirt
Have you round some niggas who won't ever miss you
It ain't the time to start acting like yo shit ain't crackin
You fronting you don't even need to
Might be the reason you cry in yo sleep
When you wake up and know that they left you
(Hope she wouldn't call me)
The party on left side
Party on right side
Part at noon
They giving out trophies for acting a fool
Think you need a freezer for keeping yo cool
(Life of the party, life of the party)
What do bitches want from a nigga like me
10 gold chains yeah my neck spot clean
Been around the word do yah yah yah
Black boy magic ta da da
You wanna fit into my shoes oh, oh nah nah nah nah
From my head to my feet too know dolce and gabbana
When ladies they see me go ba na-na-na-nas
Straight to ba-ha-ha-mas
(Aight, Aight)
I just know enough to know, know
No she ain't no angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you
(What to tell you)
I just know enough to know, know
No she ain't no angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you
(What to tell you)
I just know that she ain't never ever been an angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you (aight)
Look
I'm sorry you don't know the shit you probably think that you know
Her body talking to me telling me what she want
(Aye what you want, aye what you want)
I still bump ignition by R [mute] my fault
Problematic Jody got some flaws after all
I keep dividing on my end and it still adding up
I think I got it then I know that I ain't got enough
I keep on pushing on this bitch and she keep backing up
You not gone keep no lock on her like she don't post enough
No she don't post enough
I just know enough to know, know
No she ain't no angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you
I just know enough to know, know
No she ain't no angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you
I just know that she ain't never ever been an angel
I'm sorry but I don't know what to tell you
Superfly in the jet
Lasgwidi boy me no send them
Save the roley for my left hand
I be riding round in my coup (scoo scoo)
All my haters e le lor ku (haters go die)
Nobody body fit talk sey dem no know teeban le le le le
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Louis Iii Jones, Dominick Lamb, Phonte Lyshod Coleman
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