Abel Miller - Angel Blues lyrics

rate me

Ft. J Spades

(Verse)

They should have never let me into the club

Cause I'm about to turn this up

One more shot to the head, you can call it suicide

(Pre-Chorus)

Baby got back, got back, baby got back so fat

And I'm grinding all that booty like my name is Tony Hawk

We got the bartender lookin' like she wanna leave her job

They turned down the music and we turn it back up

(Chorus)

Gettin' fucked gettin' fucked gettin' fucked

In the club tonight

We gettin' fucked in this club, angel blues

In this bar tonight

(Verse 2)

And they love it when I come to the club

Cause I throw stacks at the ones that can dance, yeah

Show me what you got and let me get my private show

(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: J Spades)

Yo, it's 'nough of them, it's only one of me

We the niggas in the club that every nigga wanna be

I be all up in a gyal, askin' her what it's gonna be

We neva came here together, together we're gonna leave

Cause we the reason that she dressed up

She tipsy off the liquor, need the next cup

After party at my yardy, hit the next club

And if you tryna play games, get a next buck

My nigga fussin' in the sheets, will need the next bucks

They want the beemer, the Bentley, the Lexus

Got a gyal that move Odessa tryna text us

We pull up in the VIP, we gettin' F-ed up

Just servin' a piece until the FEDS come

Have to fuck that, the brandy, the red rum

Who want bread? Need 'em pigeons that want bread crumbs

Turn up all night until the next one

(Chorus)