Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Coi Leray & David Guetta
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Coi Leray & Saucy Santana
Coi Leray & Giggs
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Coi Leray & Lola Brooke
Coi Leray & James Brown
Coi Leray
Coi Leray & Skillibeng
Coi Leray
[Intro]
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)
[Chorus: Coi Leray]
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
[Verse 1: Coi Leray]
Still tryna find love for my dad, how the fuck can I lovе a nigga?
Only thing I'ma chase is the damn liquor
Know my brother my keepеr 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
[Chorus: Coi Leray]
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
[Verse 2: Lola Brooke]
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
[Chorus: Coi Leray]
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
No Angels was written by Coi Leray & Lola Brooke & London on da Track & Kevin Gomringer & Tim Gomringer & Rockin Wit Slime & Luis Bacqué.
No Angels was produced by London on da Track & Rockin Wit Slime & CuBeatz & Luis Bacqué.
No! “No Angels” marks the first official collaboration between the two artists.