French Montana - Angel Lyrics

Ft. Fetty Wap

(Intro)
17:38
ZooVier
Monty!
It's the fuckin' Zoo Gang, man
Yeaaaaaah, baby!

(Hook: Fetty Wap)
We could chill, have a fun time, baby
Take ya 'round, get ya wine and dine, baby
What ya like?, I got nothing but time baby
Get yo right, anythin' to make ya mine, baby
I keep her flyer than an angel
I beat it at different angles
Hold it down, I put in work
I hit these niggas where it hurt
We could chill, have a fun time, baby
Take ya 'round, get ya wine and dine, baby
What ya like?, I got nothing but time baby
Get yo right, anything to make ya mine, baby

(Verse: Fetty Wap)
Rollex, bright link, couldn't head up to her
Times I would want fo' ya, the times they have fo' left ya
The times I spent cake with ya
The times that I would wait fo' yo call
And ya know how many times I took yo ass to the mall
How many times I brought ya to the shows
She want the whole damn store, and I'm buying it all
She want the whole damn lot, I'mma buy all the cars
And I make at all this gwop just to show ya it's ours
How many times was he club cos' he thought it was ours
I had to rearrange his face, I had to line up him jaw
And when we fuck, she screams 'Zoo daddy', but it's ZooVier to ya'll
Ya'll niggas fuck around with my baby, that's the end of 'em all
I had his face ova a T-shirt and his name on a wall
And when we fuck, she screams 'Zoo daddy', but it's ZooVier to ya'll
Ya'll niggas fuck around with my baby, that's the end of 'em all
I had his face ova a T-shirt and his name on a wall

(Hook)

(Verse 2: French Montana)
Take her to the spot, she got naked 'fore the door closed
Take ya to the top, fuck yo nigga, he gon' fall close
Neck, wrist, all froze, twenty watches, four rolls
Two Bentleys, four rows, drive 'em like they all stolen
Hunnid chains out, fuck a black out
I'mma hit it from the back till she pass out
White and black, bitch, call it two tone
Swerve it and out of lanes, I'm two and zero
All of my niggas, they with me, one hell of a night
Sipping the bottles Henny, they ran out, we bought out the Remy
Pull up with him, there we're Lenny, he talking money, we got plenty
We pull up 'em niggas be grilling, Coke Boys to the ceiling

(Hook)
 

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