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Yeah Thaiboy, Thaiboy Checks on my neck Racks on racks Yeah, high I hold it in my hand Hating on the kid, I became a man What's the plan? Tell me that Speaking on my name, what's with that? Where your manners? Get your bands up What was the chance that I win? Drain Gang, we take on everything Gos-gossip, lip service Angels don't exist Touch lips, lip service Angels don't exist Touch lips, lip service Ay, ay, touch my lips Touch lips, lip service Ay, ay She's a raver, she my angel Can't nobody take her, but myself Young Thaiboy, I be so sick She made me get well All these broke boys, they don't know shit To the stars, there is no end (Never touch my soul) Never heard of us 'Cause it's over now (I let my skin touch your clothes) Never heard of us (Far away, you feel so close) Never hurt again (Never wanted to let you go) Oh, she's a raver But I don't believe in angels Tread on the papers Cut out the faces Gossip, lip service Angels don't exist Touch lips, lip service Angels don't exist Touch lips, lip service Ay, ay, touch my lips Touch lips, lip service What, what Check on my neck, she's so bad Two rubber bands, throw with that Girl what's your name, what's the plan? Understand, do the math Killing all this cash Gossip, lip service Angels don't exist Touch lips, lip ser- An-angels don't exist Touch lips, lip service Ay, ay, touch my lips Touch my lips, lip service Ay, ay Check on my neck, she's so bad Two rubber bands, two with that Girl what's your name, what's the plan? Understand, do the math Counting all this cash
Writer(s): Carl-mikael Berlander, Zak Arogundade, Thanapat Thaothawong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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