Angels (Ft. Rick Ross) Lyrics

~ Rick Ross :
I'm a photographers dream
Counting cream as my chain swing
Mack 11 for the things that the days bring
I'm after chedder deadin money yeah I chase cream
Patent leather like I'm Puffy in my Saline[? ],
I rock jewels like my n-ggas in the A-Team
I'm out in space can't you seem I am a Alien
My wrist A-List, Audemar's ageless,
Bezel lit up like a billboard out in Vegas
You can't be serious baby you know I'm on...
Top 5 but continue to the most high
Dope boy and there's even in the bow tie
Oh boy cause you know I got them close ties
(all aboard) the last train to Paris
Wheels look like a ferris your Jeweler should be embarrassed
Rick the Ruler my mula produce the carrots
Let's bow our heads I gave you something to cherish

~ Diddy :
Came from the heavens just to sing a song for you
To the rythym of my love for you, and now it's beating slow, and you know
This the end of the road when I sing this slow song for you you
And love was nothin but another gun for you
And I would hide it in my hopeless soul
I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go, I don't know, you can hear them callin, don't you, when the angels call like

~ Refrain :
Yoooooooooooo
If you don't wanna stay you can goo
But since love don't live here no more
The angels are flying so low, singing to you (don't you hear me callin you)
He's the one you love (cause I hear them callin me)
And he's the one you trust (now that time is almost through)
Time is runnin out (there's nothin left to do)
When they're callin you
When the angels call like (I answer)

~ Rick Ross :
Lord forgive me I'm a sinner
Oatmeal in the winter
Talking leather interior oak wheel in the center
My n-ggas deal opium
Still in the obm
Condominiums in the center of Ethiopia
Dirty money all they seeing on the phantom plates
Seats blue jeans and it's treated like a Cabaret
5 shots now they need a roll of yellow tape
With a glock make a scene
I'm the F Gary Grey
Crab cakes served chill on that Lear jet
Whenever Diddy call I know it's bout a big check
How many bags you forget to get your chick yet
Know her sex good just by looking at my chick neck
(all aboard) the last train to Paris
Wheels look like a ferris your Jeweler should be embarrassed
I took a palm and read it just like a tarot
I could detonate a bomb at the issue of any challenge

~ Diddy :
Calling, for you, I will tell the angels now
Let them turn back in to stone
I do, love you, it's true
Fire, climbing
We ignore the angels call
They were warnings after all
It's cool, if I, pick you
When the angel's call like

~ Refrain.