Jharee - Lust Angel lyrics

[Verse 1: Boycott] I heard your momma barely ever let you out the house But now that you're finally of age theres no more round-a-bouts You swore you'd make up for every single party you missed Sip Bacardi, throwing dollars, you gon' probably strip Damn, thats how that sh** go. Girl you walk around this b**h Acting like a misfit looking for a strip pole (Uh, where the strip pole?) We play Russian Roulette with s** pistols You about to call up your ex and get thrizzowed You can have whatever you want, I won't tell nobody if you won't I promise you a substitute will do the kama sutra that you don't Are you down to go? Its up to you Lying that we loving you, but lord knows that you bluffin too And we puffin too. My memory prolly won't be restored Throw back a couple of shots but (uh) really there's no need to keep a score I thought you had a halo but I can see your horns The moment that you take'em off is when you'll be ignored Damn, thats how that sh** go. Girl you walk around this b**h Acting like a misfit looking for a strip hole. (Uh, where your strip pole) You play Russian Roulette with s** pistols Whenever you through with that s** you get disowned [Verse 2: IzEvry] Seventeen, lit candles on that birthday cake From your parents, but instead you drinking liquor with n***as And that's cool, I'm just hoping that they're using protection For your sake, just think; Do you know who the F that they're F'ing? But whatever, cause I'm having a goodtime, listen I don't know about that train sh**, that p**y is wreckage But I'd rather see your laughter induced from the hookah With that blue dream inside it, but you ain't touching my weed Girl you a Vixen, Santa deer on Christmas Every time that come around, you on a n***as wishlist I'm serious But (but) you're delusional. Thinking you, the wifey type Nevermind, just give me top while I'm getting high as a satellite (right)