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Angels
Diddy - Dirty Money,
The Notorious B.I.G.,
Rick Ross
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Bad Boy Maybach You ain't even gotta count the money It's all left Boss All aboard Last train paddy Via the ghetto Maybach Music I'm a photographer's dream Count cream as my chain swing MAC 11 for the things that the days bring I'm after cheddar, daddy money, yeah I chase cream Petting leather like I'm puffy in my saline I rock jewels like my niggas in the A-Team I'm out of space, can't you see I am a alien? My wrist A-less, autumna is ageless Bezel it up like a billboard out in Vegas You can't be serious baby, you know I'm on Top five, but continue to the most top Dope boy and there's even in the bow tie Oh boy, cause you know I got them close ties Last train to Paris, wheels like a ferris Your jeweler should be embarrassed I break the rule or my mula produce the carrots Let's bow our heads, I gave you something to cherish It's that dirty money Came from heaven just to sing a song for you Feel the rhythm of my love for you And now it's speeding slow and you know It's the end of the road When I sing that slow song for you And love is nothing but another gun for you And I would hide it in my helpless soul I'm not afraid to go down the road Where we go, I don't know You hear them calling, don't you? And the angels call like Yeah, if you don't wanna stay you can go It seems like don't live here no more The angels are flying so low Sing it to me Don't you hear them calling you? He's the one you love Cause I hear them calling you And he's the one you trust Like our time is almost through Time is running out There's nothing left to do When they're calling you And the angels call like Uh, uh, uh Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn Army fatigue bring fatigue to enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shout up Mom's crouched up over the casket Screaming *, crying Know my friends is lying I know who killed them, filled them With them nougas from they rugas or they deserts Dying ain't the * but it's pleasant I'm the quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot For me For you Oh, tell the angels no Let them turn back into stone I do Love you It's true Fire Fire me We ignored the angels call They were warnings after all It's cool We're fine With you And the angels call like Uh, uh, uh If you don't wanna stay you can go It seems love don't let you no more The angels are flying so low Singing to you Don't you hear they calling you He's the one you love Cause I hear them calling you And he's the one you trust Like the time is almost through Time is running out There's nothing left to do When they're calling you And the angels call like
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Diddy - Dirty Money
The Notorious B.I.G.
Rick Ross
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