Angela Jones

[DonBreezio]

Lyrics courtesy of www.TQFans.com

Verse 1:

They say the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
And you know baby girl
Damn sure proved it true
She was fine as Georgia peach wine
She caught the bus on a hundred and twenty ninth
I used to watch her every morning as I ride by
With Lil man on the bench showin' his behind
I mean she must've had so much on her mind
That she caught the city bus to the county line
She wasn’t the victim of a deadbeat baby daddy (nooo)
The game took him and I till you he was all she had
Situation for a sister…real bad
I mean she need some type of a$sistance...helping hand
One day she looked in the mirror
Standin' there naked
That’s when she saw the money and how to make it
Turned around
Shook her a$s
Grabbed her titties
Miss Angela Jones is open for business

Chorus:

I’m like whoa who’s that girl
She gotta be the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you’re feelin’ alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don’t know (I don’t know)
What I’ve been told
Just get your money don’t lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself
What went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones

Verse 2:

Straight off the bat
Angie got the work
Winin’ and dinin’ and robbin’ them jerks
She went from Gucci watches
Humble beginnings
To that Cardier wrist wear with diamonds in ‘em
The finest women
Couldn’t fu?k with Angela
It was all in the waist
How she handled ya
Dog I mean baby girl had that thing
That could knock ya a$s clean out and take your chain
It’s a shame all the things that a child can do to you
She’d do that booty dance like beyonce’ do
Cool with her hands and a twenty two
Just in case the night didn’t go like it’s supposed to
Who’d be mad at Angie?
Not this kid
She just playin' with the hand she was dealt
And that’s real
So when I read it in the paper
Who could I blame?
Hooker found slain
Angie’s her name
What a shame

Chorus (X1)

I wish
I wish
I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better
(X3)

Chorus (X2)

[Maudizzle]

It's Cartier, not Cardier

www.cartier.com/

[absinthe`]

Some say the blacker the betty
The sweeter the juice
And know baby girl
Damn sure proved it true
She was fine as Georgia peach wine
She caught the bus on a hundred and twenty ninth
I used to watch her every morning as I ride by
A Lil man on the bench showin' his behind
I mean she must've had so much on her mind
As she caught the city bus to the county line
She wasn’t the victim of a deadbeat baby daddy (nooo)
The game took him and I tell you he was all she had
Situation for a sister…real bad
I mean she need some type of a$sistance...helping hand
One day she looked in the mirror
Standin' there naked
That’s when she saw the money and how to make it
Turned around
Shook her a$s
Grabbed her titties
Miss Angela Jones is open for business

Chorus:
I’m like whoa who’s that girl
She gotta be the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you’re feelin’ alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don’t know (I don’t know)
What I’ve been told
Just get your money don’t lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself
What went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones

Straight off the bat
Angie got the work
Winin’ and dinin’ and robbin’ them jerks
She went from Gucci watches
Humble beginnings
To that Cartier wrist wear with diamonds in ‘em
The finest women
Couldn’t fu©k with Angela
It was all in the waist
How she handled ya
Dog I mean baby girl had that thing
That could knock ya a$s clean out and take your chain
It’s a shame all the things that a child can do to you
She’d do that booty dance like beyonce’ do
Cold with her hands and a twenty two
Just in case the night didn’t go like it’s supposed to
Who’d be mad at Angie?
Not this kid
She just playin' with the hand she was dealt
And that’s real
So when I read it in the paper
Who could I blame?
Hooker found slain
Angie’s her name
What a shame

Chorus (X1)

I wish
I wish
I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better
(X3)

Chorus (X2)