Her Angle
I never go commercial on you, baby, this ain't Geico
In the booth, I've been workin' on a high note
In your boo, And I fucked her, And I know
Kurt Angle, I wrestle her and tackle her
Her angle, I'm fuckin' her and tappin' her
No runnin', if she do, I'm runnin' after her
What you need? What you need
What I need, oh, what I need, oh
Pop, like how I pop on these hoes
You gon' hear me everywhere, I don't care where you go
I'ma hit the hoe, but I do it on the low
Claim you a killer, you don't know how it reload
Just like laundry, nigga, packin' a load
You know that you know, nigga, already, yeah
This is it, this is it
You wanna kill, lil' baby, like, here it is
Bonnie and Clyde, lil' baby, let's go get lit
This is it, this is it
You wanna kill, lil' baby, like, here it is
Bonnie and Clyde, lil' baby, let's go get lit
I can make the ground break
Light skin, she pound cake
My hoes around me
My hoes around me
In case you gotta fire too, cause it's Bonnie and Clyde
Know I keep a gun every time that we ride
Plus it's more fun when a nigga gon' die
Plus you love the thrills when a nigga just lyin' there
Somehow find a love that is amazing
Looks like we got work to do
Pop a perc young nigga, leave residue
I never go commercial on you, baby, this ain't Geico
In the booth, I been workin' on a high note
In your boo, And I fucked her, And I know
Kurt angle, I wrestle her and tackle her
Her angle, I'm fuckin' her and tappin' her
No run, and if she do, I'm runnin' after her
Where you goin'? Where you goin'
What you need, baby girl, what you need
She hit the line, oh yeah, she a fiend
Line's are drawn, but I can't read between
It's too complicated, girl, what you mean
I'm just tryin' to get you goin' in the right spot
Locking my hands behind your head like the Hurt Lock
Really love you, Bond tighter than a dreadlock
And if a nigga talkin', oh, that's a headshot
That's a headshot, now the feds hot
Get this young money, girl, make the bed rock
Make you come good, put you in the leg lock
I fry on 12, I don't even need pork chops
What I do, though, this ain't new, though
Give me the keys to your heart, I'ma pursue though
Bitch kudos, bust down too froze
My nigga too high, he on Mars, I'm on Pluto
Demon time, I'm goin' perk angle
Same time, protect you like a guardian angel
Choppa make him two-step, no tango
Rap game, choke hold, no strangle
Pushin' P, too much, might throw up
You live by the gun, nigga, you better show up
You know my niggas on hold, you can't hold us
And my niggas on go, you can't hold none
In the booth, I've been workin' on a high note
In your boo, And I fucked her, And I know
Kurt Angle, I wrestle her and tackle her
Her angle, I'm fuckin' her and tappin' her
No runnin', if she do, I'm runnin' after her
What you need? What you need
What I need, oh, what I need, oh
Pop, like how I pop on these hoes
You gon' hear me everywhere, I don't care where you go
I'ma hit the hoe, but I do it on the low
Claim you a killer, you don't know how it reload
Just like laundry, nigga, packin' a load
You know that you know, nigga, already, yeah
This is it, this is it
You wanna kill, lil' baby, like, here it is
Bonnie and Clyde, lil' baby, let's go get lit
This is it, this is it
You wanna kill, lil' baby, like, here it is
Bonnie and Clyde, lil' baby, let's go get lit
I can make the ground break
Light skin, she pound cake
My hoes around me
My hoes around me
In case you gotta fire too, cause it's Bonnie and Clyde
Know I keep a gun every time that we ride
Plus it's more fun when a nigga gon' die
Plus you love the thrills when a nigga just lyin' there
Somehow find a love that is amazing
Looks like we got work to do
Pop a perc young nigga, leave residue
I never go commercial on you, baby, this ain't Geico
In the booth, I been workin' on a high note
In your boo, And I fucked her, And I know
Kurt angle, I wrestle her and tackle her
Her angle, I'm fuckin' her and tappin' her
No run, and if she do, I'm runnin' after her
Where you goin'? Where you goin'
What you need, baby girl, what you need
She hit the line, oh yeah, she a fiend
Line's are drawn, but I can't read between
It's too complicated, girl, what you mean
I'm just tryin' to get you goin' in the right spot
Locking my hands behind your head like the Hurt Lock
Really love you, Bond tighter than a dreadlock
And if a nigga talkin', oh, that's a headshot
That's a headshot, now the feds hot
Get this young money, girl, make the bed rock
Make you come good, put you in the leg lock
I fry on 12, I don't even need pork chops
What I do, though, this ain't new, though
Give me the keys to your heart, I'ma pursue though
Bitch kudos, bust down too froze
My nigga too high, he on Mars, I'm on Pluto
Demon time, I'm goin' perk angle
Same time, protect you like a guardian angel
Choppa make him two-step, no tango
Rap game, choke hold, no strangle
Pushin' P, too much, might throw up
You live by the gun, nigga, you better show up
You know my niggas on hold, you can't hold us
And my niggas on go, you can't hold none
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Writer(s): Tysaiah Jones
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