French Montana

French Montana - Angel lyrics

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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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