No Angels Letra - Coi Leray ft. Lola Brooke

They ain’t there for you, they ain’t there

They won’t care for you, they don’t care

They will promise but their promise is a lie

Ain’t no angels, they ain’t coming from the sky

They ain’t there for you

(We got London on da Track)

That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah

That know you keep it with me

That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there

He gon' hit from the back like he miss me

That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah

That know you keep it with me

That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there

He gon' hit from the back like he miss me

Still tryna find love for my dad, how the fuck can I love a nigga?

Only thing I'ma chase is the damn liquor

Know my brother my keeper like Rae Sremmurd

But my brodie be poppin' these pills, I can all the pain that he feel, so it stay with 'em

It's a hole in my heart and you can't fix it

Now I wish ain't miss all them damn visits

Bitch, that's why I keep my distance (Yeah)

My neck wet, bitch, let's go fishin'

Can't fuck with these broke hoes, bad decision

Atlanta hoes scream out, "That's no kizzy"

I fly all the shooters out from my city

All of my shooters got one ways (One ways)

Bitch, I belong long the runway

You gonna do what the gun say

Free all the killer except all the rats (Rats)

I only speak on the facts

He want to fuck and then get in his feelings (His feelings)

I like my niggas attached

All of my bundles they came in from Paris (From Paris)

I got London on da Track (Yeah)

Went number one on these bitches (Bitches)

But we ain't gon' talk 'bout the stats

That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah

That know you keep it with me

That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there

He gon' hit from the back like he miss me

That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah

That know you keep it with me

That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there

He gon' hit from the back like he miss me

We catch licks, licks

Spend them bands, 'cause they ain't never gon' come get me

Don't catch bitch fits, 'cause I got mans, gon' make sure that clip empty

I'm gon' do and try, legacy can't die, I'ma run it up like I'm 50

Goin' through traffic, the streets is too busy

You know my body, I'm from New York City

Watch who you break bread for the cheddar

They never backdown, 'cause they live in the cellar

Was built off the muscle that came in my era

Don't live in my feelings, these bitches could never

I need my hitters on payroll forever

Leavin' these niggas, a bitch could do better

Lola on go, Biny totin' Barrettas

Damn, Big Gator, that bitch too clever

That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah

That know you keep it with me

That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there

He gon' hit from the back like he miss me

That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah

That know you keep it with me

That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there

He gon' hit from the back like he miss me