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Angel City
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Darren Micheal Lewis
Darren Micheal Lewis
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She a modern day angel Say yo prayers when she twerk that shit Her presence is a present count yo blessings or just throw the check Fantasies can't compare to this Floss filled with her treasure chest Birds better bring they bread to the pearl or don't leave the nest Legs looking so heavenly Longer than highway 70 Tricks from the hills of beverly travel far for this ebony Queen She so mean on the pole Nobody better then An angel on the ceiling pressing pockets and collecting bands She sea walk on the ceiling And she slide straight down to center stage If her pussy paradise her legs must be the pearly gates You can't pet her kitty Unless you stuffing benji's in her lace Welcome to angel city where they pretty and they getting paid Cash she go get that shit Her bag is what she stay in sis If the topic is ever about them racks know you go spend it trick A goddess you ain't fucking with Chicks study her physically Trying take notes on agility of pussy popping mysteries Ass thick like humidity Phones out for publicity A twitter trend instantly cause of her body's imagery She go fuck you mentally Give up yo paper willingly For a juicebox with divinity filled with creativity She sea walk on the ceiling And she slide straight down to center stage If her pussy paradise her legs must be the pearly gates You can't pet her kitty Unless you stuffing benji's in her lace Welcome to angel city where they pretty and they getting paid She sea walk on the ceiling And she slide straight down to center stage If her pussy paradise her legs must be the pearly gates You can't pet her kitty Unless you stuffing benji's in her lace Welcome to angel city where they pretty and they getting paid Let's be real I keep it trill but I got a weakness for some chocolate skin Butterscoth, caramel and you know I love that honey dip Baby girl can I just have a lick? I'm sure that it may cost a bit You can go round that pole but real niggas take you to different continents No frontier here I know money talk and bullshit walk But you ain't bout to see me disappear Got cash on deck That ass might bounce But the check don't it's gone always clear I love what you doing Hanging over dudes head Like you a crystal chandelier not trying to take you from your career I love you here Niggas on the sideline like a free throw Having them a hard time like a peep show Different color lace front like a rainbow Throw that thang up and down like it 6-4 Yeah You know what the fuck it hit for Yeah You know what the fuck it hit for You mean to tell that yo ass really that broke Can't afford henny so you sipping diet coke But You in the presence of a queen bro Pillsbury pockets so we talking fat dough Keep digging for a dolla no creflo Give her cash in big bulk like Costco Yeah You know what the fuck it hit for Yeah You know what the fuck it hit for Angel City is the home of the get low Move around with the paper or hit the door She sea walk on the ceiling And she slide straight down to center stage If her pussy paradise her legs must be the pearly gates You can't pet her kitty Unless you stuffing benji's in her lace Welcome to angel city where they pretty and they getting paid She sea walk on the ceiling And she slide straight down to center stage If her pussy paradise her legs must be the pearly gates You can't pet her kitty Unless you stuffing benji's in her lace Welcome to angel city where they pretty and they getting paid
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