Angels That Sin Lyrics

Nothin feels better

Than stacking the guap

So many fits

I don't think I can stop

Got me a baddie

She straight from Jamaica

Addicted to cash

I'm in love with this paper

So many ladies

They finer than wine

I'm gettin gone

Lose track of the time

Tequila & lime

We making a scene

Hottest around

Fuck do you mean

Stack it & stack it

Until it don't fold

Say how I feel

But they think I'm so bold

Heart on my sleeve

But they still want ya soul

Game with ya mind

That girl is so cold

You gotta go and get it again

Stack it & stack it

I'm gone for win

Play if you want

I don't recommend

Looks like an angel

But she loves to sin

The one you can trust

And always depend

I be the go to player

Tight end

Love how I move

I don't follow trends

I heard what you said

You could never offend

Little bitty boy

You could never contend

Play with my name

That's a dead end

Don't say you know me

You never were friends

Love me a foreign

She speaking french

Can you keep up with the play

I'm speaking in tongues

Parlez-vous ci français

Pop off of the cork to some fresh Beaujolais

I only sip Ace of Spades

For champagne

Nothin feels better

Than stacking the guap

So many fits

I don't think I can stop

Got me a baddie

She straight from Jamaica

Addicted to cash

I'm in love with this paper

So many ladies

They finer than wine

I'm gettin gone

Lose track of the time

Tequila & lime

We making a scene

Hottest around

Fuck do you mean

Stack it & stack it

Until it don't fold

Say how I feel

But they think I'm so bold

Heart on my sleeve

But they still want ya soul

Game with ya mind

That girl is so cold

You gotta go and get it again

Stack it & stack it

I'm gone for win

Play if you want

I don't recommend

Looks like an angel

But she loves to sin

The moves that make

Are so critical

Can't copy soul

It's not digital

Swift in the shadows

Not visual

Shaolin style

Bobby digital

Came with the boys and we styling

Fuck up yo couch cause we wilding

Yeah, I'm in charge of the joint

Yeah, she came with her friends

They go, when I go up on ten

Nothin feels better

Than stacking the guap

So many fits

I don't think I can stop

Got me a baddie

She straight from Jamaica

Addicted to cash

I'm in love with this paper

So many ladies

They finer than wine

I'm gettin gone

Lose track of the time

Tequila & lime

We making a scene

Hottest around

Fuck do you mean

Stack it & stack it

Until it don't fold

Say how I feel

But they think I'm so bold

Heart on my sleeve

But they still want ya soul

Game with ya mind

That girl is so cold

You gotta go and get it again

Stack it & stack it

I'm gone for win

Play if you want

I don't recommend

Looks like an angel

But she loves to sin