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Angels Back Street Pick Up

the night you got a heart of stone now that you're back I can't leave you alone Back street pick up Back street pick up honey where have you been good

sand like she's the last samurai It's a stick up stick up and a pick up pick up Telling lies and telling lies will put your face on fire Run and tell

head" He ain't around to see her walk Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls Just the thought of a kid livin' fly fucks me up When

a black Durango Mmm License plate say ?Angel? What? Tattoo on her ankle Plus she?s makin? pesos Got a crib on Peace Street Peace Street? Right on 17th street

the strip going backwards down runways Four eighteens with the zues and the zapto Sounding like I'm riding out a concert at a rap show Hit a back street and put the top up

it up as if you're where you live it up the beat And get risen up you're knocked down get back and get it up Get off of queer street and get with us And

females The watch mother pearl weather seashells Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up Twitter thug, I'm the townline strangler Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel

give a flyin' fuck Talk with signs up Walk with the iron tucked Leave your eyes wide shut Money bag's on the table, gots to get locked up Rebel I's simply slicker, pick up

St Peter says, "You picked a real good day" Your lungs fill back up with air And your worries float away Jesus smiles, He's a handsome man He's taller