Diddy-Dirty Money - Angels (Remix) lyrics

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I'm a photographers dream

Counting cream as my chain swing

Mack 11 for the things that the days bring

I'm after chedder deadin money yeah I chase cream

Patent leather like I'm Puffy in my Saline

I rock jewels like my n-ggas in the A-Team

I'm out in space can't you seem I am a Alien

My wrist A-List, Audemar's ageless,

Bezel lit up like a billboard out in Vegas

You can't be serious baby you know I'm on...

Top 5 but continue to the most high

Dope boy and there's even in the bow tie

Oh boy cause you know I got them close ties

(all aboard) the last train to Paris

Wheels look like a ferris your Jeweler should be embarrassed

Rick the Ruler my mula produce the carrots

Let's bow our heads I gave you something to cherish

Came from the heavens just to sing a song for you

To the rythym of my love for you, and now it's beating slow, and you know

This the end of the road when I sing this slow song for you you

And love was nothin but another gun for you

And I would hide it in my hopeless soul

I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go, I don't know, you can hear them callin, don't you, when the angels call like

Yoooooooooooo

If you don't wanna stay you can goo

But since love don't live here no more

The angels are flying so low, singing to you (don't you hear me callin you)

He's the one you love (cause I hear them callin me)

And he's the one you trust (now that time is almost through)

Time is runnin out (there's nothin left to do)

When they're callin you

When the angels call like (I answer)

Lord forgive me I'm a sinner

Oatmeal in the winter

Talking leather interior oak wheel in the center

My n-ggas deal opium

Still in the obm

Condominiums in the center of Ethiopia

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Dirty money all they seeing on the phantom plates

Seats blue jeans and it's treated like a Cabaret

5 shots now they need a roll of yellow tape

With a glock make a scene

I'm the F Gary Grey

Crab cakes served chill on that Lear jet

Whenever Diddy call I know it's bout a big check

How many bags you forget to get your chick yet

Know her sex good just by looking at my chick neck

(all aboard) the last train to Paris

Wheels look like a ferris your Jeweler should be embarrassed

I took a palm and read it just like a tarot

I could detonate a bomb at the issue of any challenge

Calling, for you, I will tell the angels now

Let them turn back in to stone

I do, love you, it's true

Fire, climbing

We ignore the angels call

They were warnings after all

It's cool, if I, pick you

When the angel's call like

When the angel's call like...