Peter CottonTale

"Thug Angel"

(Verse 1)
Chasin fame, chasin money
Got a lil name n***as tryna take it from me
sh*t is gettin to me I can't even stunt
Swinging for the fences n***as tryna make me bunt
My innocence and my youth
Just disappeared in this booth
Poof
Ridin round in that coupe tryna keep my pockets on Bruce Bruce
You don't like how I do? Tru
Peace out my n***a, deuce deuce
Honeys go cause my money swole
I'm eatin honey combs and cous cous
You don't give a f**k I don't give a f**k neither
Ridin round Cashin Out smokin on Keisha
Hey nice to meet ya no way that I need ya
No Waiving the fees I get paid for the features
Shut the f**k up Lil n***a
You don't really want it wit these Ville n***as, n***a
We don't give a f**k bout nothin
Them lame ass n***as tryna push my buttons but f**k IT
Rollin up, we gon get high tonight
She said "You gon be so damn famous"
sh*t, you probably right
Couple b*t*hes wit me, they look like the molly type
All a real Ville n***a need is the money and the chain
Wit the top down screamin out money ain't a thang

(Hook)
Naaaaaa naaaaaa
Naaa naaa naa
Naaaaaa naaaaaa
Naaa naaa naa
Chillin wit The Village, if u see a n***a holler
Tryna cop some Mo Purp
Lemme hold a dollar X2

Club "Wiley" X8

(Verse 2)
Titties in my phone
From a b*t*h that is not my b*t*h
Hey b*t*h, come tickle my privates
Living life like it's YOLO on my eyelids
Then it's bye-bye b*t*h
Back to the trap I go
n***as real cold at the rap, I know
Pimp suit and a cane, if she lacks my dough
Baby powder in my hand I'mma smack my hoes

(Hook)
Naaaaaa naaaaaa
Naaa naaa naa
Naaaaaa naaaaaa
Naaa naaa naa
Chillin wit The Village if u see a n***a holler
Tryna cop some Mo Purp
Lemme get a dollar X2

Club "Wiley" X8

#SuckIt

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