CORRECT LYRICS
Taxpurposes
Angels on my phone, get me higher than i've ever been
Triple 2 heavenboys, yeah you know we heaven sent
That's my lil baby i might cop that b*t*h a fendi dress
Walking out the store and i'm looking so elegant
(yeah, aye)
Pradas on my feet, and you know i spent your rent again
At the hotel w/ your hoe and we're checking in
I got racks in my mcqueens, your b*t*h left you on read again
(keep calling me, keep calling)
At the trap house and we counting dead presidents
I stand for the youth, yeah that's what i represent
Still f**ked up cause i can't believe you said that sh*t
(keep calling me, keep calling)
Yeah i'm f**king on this b*t*h, i don't even need tho
And he was talking sh*t, told him look up in the mirror
Yeah i be counting racks, you be counting zeros
Shawty she a fan, she be saying i'm her hero
Yeah ecstasy on me, yeah imma split it with your b*t*h
f**ked up man, yeah the opioids they got me sick
I need me a girl who gon stay w/ me thru it
Baby you and me we can count hella blue strips
We can take some shrooms and we'll go to the movies
Come to my place, we can f**k or just cool it
You can use me just don't let me feel useless
(keep calling me, keep calling)
Angels on my phone, get me higher than i've ever been
Triple 2 heavenboys, yeah you know we heaven sent
That's my lil baby i might cop that b*t*h a fendi dress
Walking out the store and i'm looking so elegant
Lyrics : Playwithguns w/ lil shine - angels
Taxpurposes
Angels on my phone, get me higher than i've ever been
Triple 2 heavenboys, yeah you know we heaven sent
That's my lil baby i might cop that b*t*h a fendi dress
Walking out the store and i'm looking so elegant
(yeah, aye)
Pradas on my feet, and you know i spent your rent again
At the hotel w/ your hoe and we're checking in
I got racks in my mcqueens, your b*t*h left you on read again
(keep calling me, keep calling)
At the trap house and we counting dead presidents
I stand for the youth, yeah that's what i represent
Still f**ked up cause i can't believe you said that sh*t
(keep calling me, keep calling)
Yeah i'm f**king on this b*t*h, i don't even need tho
And he was talking sh*t, told him look up in the mirror
Yeah i be counting racks, you be counting zeros
Shawty she a fan, she be saying i'm her hero
Yeah ecstasy on me, yeah imma split it with your b*t*h
f**ked up man, yeah the opioids they got me sick
I need me a girl who gon stay w/ me thru it
Baby you and me we can count hella blue strips
We can take some shrooms and we'll go to the movies
Come to my place, we can f**k or just cool it
You can use me just don't let me feel useless
(keep calling me, keep calling)
Angels on my phone, get me higher than i've ever been
Triple 2 heavenboys, yeah you know we heaven sent
That's my lil baby i might cop that b*t*h a fendi dress
Walking out the store and i'm looking so elegant
