Angel Eyes Testo

featuring Jazz & TheGiant

Girl, it’s those angel eyes,
Light them up, I’m incomplete.
I never felt this way before,
Don’t know what you’re doing to me.
And I’ve been blowing up your phone, girl,
Ever since I got your number.
And I’ve been waiting way too long,
Girl, I just want you to come over, girl, Over, girl, over, girl, yeah.

You’re bad, girl, you bad bad girl
You’re bad, girl, you bad bad girl,
You bad girl, you bad bad girl,
You bad, girl, you bad bad girl,
You’re so damn bad.

Girl, you are amazing, I mean you’re blazing, I mean you’re casian.
Red hot chili pepper, californication,
When we’re out chilling it’s feeling like a vacation.
Takers in the night, I’m telling about a shock,
Whenever you want, wherever you wanna go,
Nothing but a Dior, Louis and Converse,
You got a whole world in your Louis Vuitton purse.
Gucci on her nails, she got Gucci on her nails,
You’re so pretty and you’re smelling like Channell.
Sprees on the week, everything’s designer,
Runs in your genes, bet you got it from your momma.
Girl, it’s those angel eyes,
Light them up, I’m incomplete.
I never felt this way before,
Don’t know what you’re doing to me.
And I’ve been blowing up your phone, girl,
Ever since I got your number.
And I’ve been waiting way too long,
Girl, I just want you to come over, girl,
Over, girl, over, girl, yeah.

I’m in the type of women, that ass is God given,
I met you by the peer, sipping sun bathing chicken,
Porcelain skin, red bone, how you’re feeling?
Come take a walk, don’t talk, just listen.
I’m trying to get your number, I’m trying to get your name
And once I leave imma call you everyday,
And she blew a tish, said she got that in arrange,
Then I hit with a harsh tag in a game.
So I got it, we split up, she hit up, related,
Those hips, my crib, bring weed, got papers.
That ass, my lap, I’m asking one favor,
Giving all I’ve got, middle finger to the haters.

Girl, it’s those angel eyes,
Light them up, I’m incomplete.
I never felt this way before,
Don’t know what you’re doing to me.
And I’ve been blowing up your phone, girl,
Ever since I got your number.
And I’ve been waiting way too long,
Girl, I just want you to come over, girl,
Over, girl, over, girl, yeah.

Two lane gasoline, party like mannequins,
More cloud, night sky, walking like annoquin,
Who ever knew, girl? I never planned for this
But now I’m in this room which assume it’s candle lit
I’ll be a gentleman, just give me some time,
And in the mean time, let me call you mine,
Take up your hands on the wall, then bitch, just tell me your sign,
I wanna get to know you, want a piece of your mind, your mind.
You say the devil wears Prada, but you’re better than that,
And when a douche trying to holla, you ain’t with a bet,
I know you’re bad, but I like it when you’re saying on it,
If you like it, then you should put a ring on it.

Girl, it’s those angel eyes,
Light them up, I’m incomplete.
I never felt this way before,
Don’t know what you’re doing to me.
And I’ve been blowing up your phone, girl,
Ever since I got your number.
And I’ve been waiting way too long,
Girl, I just want you to come over, girl,
Over, girl, over, girl, yeah.