Parker - Angeles lyrics

[Verse 1:] In the Summer of '03 I was huntin' for mamacitas A gallon of Sunny D in my hand actually Tampico Off of Pico, saw a mama rockin' sweats Hips were shakin' like maracas, can I talk to you one second I was trynna flex the Spanish, like "Mami que hora es?" Said that she was Salvi and her uncle's from MS Call me dumb or call me stupid, I put it on Guadalupe She was fire as the Lucas from the truck, remember Lucas This chino was a charmer, as I charmed her to the crib The place felt like a sauna, had her yelling Jonathan From July to November, every night like a novella The downest chick ever, thought she'd ride with me forever All that a**, all that pa**ion, and her attitude I learned some lessons about women on my avenue They keep on sayin' that we famous for the pretty But that's an understatement these are angels in my city [Hook:] I swear to god we got some angels in my city Dear lord we got some angels in my city They keep on sayin' that we famous for the pretty But that's an understatement these are angels in my city [Verse 2:] I said hello excuse me, one with the halo and booty What's your handle on Instagram Do me a favor and add me Not trynna fool you, no angles, its just my duty to tell you Got me like Looney Tunes characters, with my words in a tangle, actin' Peppy Le Pew, can I kick it with you Small town, big dream, it's only right that you moved I got that vitamin C, Santa Monica queen Your ambition got me wishin', I had a college degree My boy zeta in the whip whistling at them little jawns And he askin' for them numbers no shame He typin' shorty's name in his old flip phone And I gotta give him props that's game, that's game In Silverlake ridin' fixies, In Hollywood getting tipsy She walkin' around the 60's Angels angels Back in the day she dissed me, but today she tried to kiss me I love 'em like 50/50 These angels, angels [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Yea the chase is fun, (fun) the chase is never done, (done) Been at this k-town chick but she don't give me none Ring on her tongue, blonde hair, but she different son I'm on her Facebook givin' all of her pictures thumbs I mean likes not thumbs I should bite my tongue I always write these songs In hopes I might get some The type of girl you can't game being witty The reason that we're famous for the pretty These are angels in my city