berlin_angels_2016 (Clean) Lyrics

Woah, woah

But it's cold as f-, n- don't know s- bout the weather in Germany

I got two bad b-, that be f- and still wanna cuddle me

And all my enemies make some money but s-, 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 s- 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, s- 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 b-, I ain't even tellin' my b-

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

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

Put his face on a shirt, leave the c- in the dirt

Woah, woah, woah

But it's cold as f-, n- don't know s- bout the weather in Germany

I got two bad b-, that be f- and still wanna cuddle me

And all my enemies make some money but s-, 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 s- 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 s- was not for the weekend, I was livin' out this fantasy