berlin_angels_2016 Lyrics

Woah, woah

But it's cold as fuck, niggas don't know shit bout the weather in Germany

I got two bad bitches, that be fuckin' and still wanna cuddle me

And all my enemies make some money but shit, still they under me

Me too I was bout my guap and then I started to think about my legacy

Had my hand on the doorknob but forgot to say 'Open, Sesame!'

Had to be a least a V10, boy that was a necessity

Cus this shit was not for the weekend, I was livin' out this fantasy

I had to leave, now I'm back

100, life of a Mac

Gotta find a way to the bag, but I can never be a rat

Just woke up, smoked the fifth, I've been playin' with a thought of quitting

I don't worry bout who they with, I ain't even with a clique

I ain't even showin' my bih, I ain't even tellin' my bih

I ain't even tellin' on my foe, I cannot talk 'bout foes

That bitch said, this is absurd, feel like The Joker on Murray's

Put his face on a shirt, leave the corpse in the dirt

Woah, woah, woah

But it's cold as fuck, niggas don't know shit bout the weather in Germany

I got two bad bitches, that be fuckin' and still wanna cuddle me

And all my enemies make some money but shit, still they under me

Me too I was bout my guap and then I started to think about my legacy

Had my hand on the doorknob but forgot to say 'Open, Sesame!'

Had to be a least a V10, boy that was a necessity

Cus this shit was not for the weekend, I was livin' out this fantasy

Had to be a least a V10, boy that was a necessity

Cus this shit was not for the weekend, I was livin' out this fantasy