Lyrics for Angelz By AKA & Anatii
[Chorus: Anatii]
Don’t you know that the devil started out as an angel
Talking loud, busy walking around with a halo
You can pull up to the Pearly Gates with the bridge rolled
Last supper making preservation for a table
[Post-Chorus: AKA]
Ego!
That’s the root of all evil
Either I could ball or I could hire more people
They said you gon’ fall
Is it my fault not every man is born equal?
(That’s perfect)
Yah
[Verse 2: AKA]
Man, fuck a lazy promoter
We should be checking for culture vultures with shady personas
We should be saying “Ya’ll the reason they paying me a bonus”
Instead of saying “Can y’all go ahead and take me a photo”
What’s the game plan?
I’m a made man
If you ain’t fam, don’t go reaching for the bottle with you lame ass
It’s a train smash
But I don’t wanna act like I’m from the Cape flats
So bounce ASAP
You ain’t telling lies you be telling double stories
Dollar signs got my whole design dripping sauce
It’s been a long time since I bought a kick at sportscene
Sunday morning it’s a vibe with some being bossy
Let’s go
619, for the brand new
Slide it by for the hommie
It’s a vibe for the [?]
Fire, fire flame emoji
[Chorus: Anatii]
Don’t you know that the devil started out as an angel
Talking loud, busy walking around with a halo
You can pull up at the Pearly Gates with the bridge rolled
Last supper making preservation for a table
[Post-Chorus: AKA]
Ego!
That’s the root of all evil
Either I could ball or I could hire more people
They said you gon’ fall
Is it my fault not every man is born equal?
(That’s perfect)
Yah
[Bridge: Anatii]
Asambe, asambe
Asambe siye Emonti
Kubambe, kubambe
Kubambe yintoni?
[Verse 2: Anatii]
Heyi mani uthini [?]
When I pull in that Porsche?
Damn, it’s out of love my nigga
[?]
Aye, bring out the horse (aye)
I got a voice (hey)
It opened doors (hey)
Pass me the ox
Only nigga flowing fana [?]
Still at mama crib and still doing chores
Got the Midas touch man I got the gold
Guarding on me just to seek of the fall
[?]
It’s not fault
Touch of a wall
They run for [?]
They fuck with the fame thing
Why, why we maintain
Down with the gang, gang
Down with the gang, gang
But the phone don’t ring
But the phone don’t ring
(They got me)
But the phone don’t ring
But the phone don’t ring
A nigga be backed up
A nigga be ganged up
I hope you prayed up
Don’t come with the same stuff
Why they tell on me? Why they tell on me?
Why they tell on me? Why they tell on me?
[Chorus: Anatii]
Don’t you know that the devil started out as an angel
Talking loud, busy walking around with a halo
You can pull up to the Pearly Gates with the bridge rolled
Last supper making preservation for a table
[Post-Chorus: AKA]
Hallelujah! Say something
In the kitchen cooking with the apron
Bread winner, bring home the bacon
To bad women on my taste buds
[Outro: Anatii]
Asambe, asambe
Asambe siye Emonti
Kubambe, kubambe
Kubambe yintoni?