Menoh Beats
Palm Angels
[Intro]
Holy
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[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
He an angel (Angel), that designer (That designer)
I'ma put him on that map (Bop, bop)
You can't find him (You can't find him)
And I think that she love me or my Palm Angels (Nah)
I just woke up, said, "Good morning" to my haters (Hello)
Ooh, nah, nah (Nah), I got the sun out (Sun)
I'm eating good (Bop), baby, I had mericana (Oh, nah)
Ooh, la-la (La-la), shout out my lover (Lover)
We gon' be good baby, in NY, ayy, we ten up (Ten up)

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
I'm ten up (Ten mil'), come bring your friends out (Friends)
We shoot a video (Vid'), bring the lens out (Bring the lens)
My shawty natural (Gang), don't need no 'fects, yeah (No 'fects)
You n***as nasty (Nasty), need to get cleansed, yeah (Uh)
Feelin' empty, I beat it (Bop, bop)
I had to go earn it, you tryna be fiendin' (Squad, squad, squad)
I feel like Floyd, can't be defeated (Nah)
Tell lil' b*t*h, sh*t, get speeded (Speeded)
She offer her love, I don't need it (Don't need it)
She tried to finesse, tried to be greedy (I need her)
I need a b*t*h who don't need me (Uh-huh)
I got a b*t*h who don't need me (Uh-huh)
And they call me, see I'm balling now (Hah, nah, nah)
'Member they weren't calling now
I know my momma proud of me (Proud of me)
It's f**k y'all haters, all of y'all (All of y'all)
Came with two sticks like I'm Frosty, feel like Autumn! now (Gang)
'Member we was bro's, come on n***a, why you oppin' now? (Bop, bop, bop)
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
He an angel (Angel), that designer (That designer)
I'ma put him on that map (Bop, bop)
You can't find him (You can't find him)
And I think that she love me or my Palm Angels (Nah)
I just woke up, said, "Good morning" to my haters (Hello)
Ooh, nah, nah (Nah), I got the sun out (Sun)
I'm eating good (Bop), baby, I had mericana (Oh, nah)
Ooh, la-la (La-la), shout out my lover (Lover)
We gon' be good baby, in NY, ayy, we ten up (Ten up)

[Verse 2: Zeph France]
I want me a bag, n***a, had to go a different way (Yeah)
In New York with Tecca, yeah, I'm ballin' like the NBA (NBA)
I was on the interstate, tryna get a dinner plate (Yeah)
Hatin' n***as, feel the way
F**k that sh*t, I'm feelin' great
Bag gettin' heavy, had to stuff that b*t*h with twenties (Yeah)
I'm with Tecca and Guiseppe (Yeah)
You can never disrespect me (Yeah)
I can't let no n***a test me (Yeah)
He want some smoke (Yeah), then come and get me (Yeah)
I only f**ked her 'cause she let me
Me and all my n***as ready, yeah
Ready for that action, know you acting, you be cappin'
N***a better hope he packin', if he ain't then we gon' blast him
My team lit just like some matches, all my n***as livin' lavish
Gotta bring the f**kin' bag in, f**k it up, then bring it back in
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
He an angel (Angel), that designer (That designer)
I'ma put him on that map (Bop, bop)
You can't find him (You can't find him)
And I think that she love me or my Palm Angels (Nah)
I just woke up, said, "Good morning" to my haters (Hello)
Ooh, nah, nah (Nah), I got the sun out (Sun)
I'm eating good (Bop), baby, I had mericana (Oh, nah)
Ooh, la-la (La-la), shout out my lover (Lover)
We gon' be good baby, in NY, ayy, we ten up (Ten up)