Cy - No Angels (feat. RamLou & Mar100) Lyrics

Yeah, I ride to the scene, these bitches look at me They wanna roll with us, the devil of her dreams
I got her in the whip, she wanna suck my dick I tell her, wait a minute, we gotta bring your friend
Ride to the scene, these bitches look at me They wanna roll with us, the devil of her dreams
I got her in the whip, she wanna suck my dick I tell her, wait a minute, we gotta bring your friend

She be checking on my phone and I'm no angel, I've been sinning
I be staring up the place every time I hit the building
I'ma sip what I can, getting liquid in my liver Got the words that make your baby mama shiver
I will cope with all these bottles on my bed And I don't know how she look so f*cking classy

But devil when we get on, then I'll run the city Looking all night for a goat, but I'm the greatest
You the lamest, you never rock any boats I'ma take my time with you for f*cking with my bros
If you ain't up for the bread then you motherf*ckers toast
The devil's havin' kids, see I'm signing all of y'all

Got your bitch ready to roll, she just waiting on my call
Let em
Ride to the scene, these bitches look at me They wanna roll with us, the devil of her dreams
I got her in the whip, she wanna suck my dick I tell her, wait a minute, we gotta bring your friend

Ride to the scene, these bitches look at me They wanna roll with us, the devil of her dreams
I got her in the whip, she wanna suck my dick I tell her, wait a minute, we gotta bring your friend
I be busting like a ram, y'all you know I'm always extra
Riding through the city, city, looking for the next spot

Popping bottles, looking for the next angel
Take her wings, put it in my luggage full of sins
Yeah, we in the scene, look at me
Now my brother's jalapenos

Got that king, selling souls
All we do is make that greed
How you see daddy's little angel ain't the same
You believe, check her screen

What you see, I see angels with no wings, yeah
Everybody always judging by our colors
Never realizing that we all bleed the same colors
Throwing shade to discriminate

With all the hate, they choose to fade
Leap of faith, without a break
They lose their stamp, they lose their love now
Ride to the scene, these bitches look at me They wanna roll with us, the devil of her dreams

I got her in the whip, she wanna suck my dick I tell her, wait a minute, we gotta bring your friend
Pulled up to the spot in the drive-thru
Bitches looking good, wanna hit them with a knock-knock
Going through the city with the butterfly doors

All you bitches ain't no angels, just a bunch of f*cking whores
Got me flowing like the liquor going down your throat
Fireball majestic clean, you already know
We ride to the scene, my team we always clean

Mind all my money, I got what you need
Stopping, I think this bitch ain't no angel
Riding with my sins, you know I ain't a saint, ho
Got the crew hyped, call me Tony Yeo

I came to the game, this gon' be no bueno