(mixed by JazmineVT)

(Intro)
Angel, Angel, Angel, Angel, Angel, Angel

(Hook)
Are you an angel? You must be from heaven
(Heaven, heaven)
Are you an angel? You must be from heaven
(Heaven, heaven)

(Verse 1)
Are you an angel? You must be from heaven
Yes, I got a secret, but I can’t tell him
(Tell him, tell him)
I got a secret, and he promised that he’ll keep it
Heart on my sleeve, but I know that he can see it
Late-night talks, by my side—he’ll never leave me

(Bridge)
I’m so pretty, and I’m such an angel
(I’m such an angel, I’m such an angel)
I’m so pretty, and I’m such an angel
(I’m just an angel, I’m just an angel)
I’m so pretty, and I’m such an angel
(I’m just an angel, I’m just an angel)

(Verse 2)
Angel girl came down from the sky
Good puss might make ’em cry
Holy hands, but don’t ask why
Say a prayer, then watch ’em die

Open wide and cop a feel
Hold my hand and make a deal
He loves me, so it’s so surreal
Imma be fake or imma be real

(Outro – Repeats & Stutters)

Angel

DROID-A-THON - Lyrics
Taé Monroe & Miikael - Single
℗ 2025 Miikael Productions / PRTTYBOYNATION Records

[Intro: Taé Monroe]
Taé Monroe, do you have any opinion on the new rappers? (Smack her)
Wait, no, but that's not the answer
Do you, like, have any opinion on what's goin' on right now? (Drag her)
Okay, how do you feel about being dissed in an upcoming project? (Smack that bitch)
Okay, that, that seems a little harsh, don't you think, huh? (Drag that bitch)

[Verse 1: Taé Monroe]
Now I've been gone for a month and came back for another
I'm carryin' you bitches, now they claimin' that I'm mother
These bitches never direct, they always stu-stu-stu-stu-stutter
Playin' games, I spy another bitch that's undercover
In all black, I be waitin' for you by the smokeshed
I be lynchin' niggas, hangin' bitches like a coat rack
Body curvalicious, them bitches built like a thumbtack
Go and hit the road Jack, Cena, no match
Girl, please, the hardest MC, no Mariah (Mm)
I'm the flyest bitch, you can put me on a flyer
And I'm the flyest bitch, yeah, you can put me on a poster
Body Coke bottle, yeah, you can serve it with a coaster (Talk about it)
Lot of people run they mouth but ain't about it (Talk about it)
Hear some fake tea, then they go whisper about it (Talk about it)
Man, I stay fly, I don't need a pilot (Talk about it)
And if you on my block, you ain't comin' up out it

[Verse 2: Miikael]
When the droid come in the spot bitches know to come off they pedestal
Niggas love to ball 'til I come in bustin' genitals
All these loser bitches love sources who never credible
Once I get in that mode, ain't no guest, 'cause I'm incredible
You're horrid, bars, sound, and voice ain't allurin'
Fuck killin' niggas softly, that's somethin' I'm ensurin'
Quit actin' sister-like if you ain't up to it like Lauryn
It's not too many bitches that I can say really tore it
Never cared about you bitches, I'm quick to put you all in peril
I'm quick to slap a cracker bitch, then put 'em in Megan barrels
I'll never fight somebody smaller than me, I'm made of metal
If we started rankin' at bronze, you still won't receive a medal
And I never been pussy, can't nobody say I made a err
We ain't got no similarities, nobody's made of her
(How the fuck she mother if nobody ever claimin' her?)
All you hoes gotta be brain dead, 'cause I ain't prasin' her
I mean, let's be real, I'm better than you, and that's a fact
Niggas dissed ya dead and you couldn't even handle that
The Droid with information, I don't stop 'til I hear, "That's a wrap"
I'm in the highest demand, been droppin music back to back
Bitches can't fuck with me, I'm gettin' too prominent
Won't be subbin' to you niggas, 'cause I'm way to dominant
If my niggas speakin vows, I don't wanna hear no consonants
You'll never be the topic of conversations, nor nominate

DROID-A-THON

Bos$ (Feat. Amilli) ★

duvet

(Hook)
Too many pills
Too many bills
Too many models (x4)

⸻

(Verse 1)
Uh uh uh, okay, fresher than that Colgate
No way, bitches think they fresh like they Olay

Ain’t come to play and I know bitches know it
If we talk money then you got to show it

New ice on me, yeah, I just had to blow it
Took her lil bae, she ain’t even know it

Hop in the coupe
(No brakes)
Say she the one
(Too fake)
Rick on my body
(Don’t do Bape)
Mixin’ my meds
(I need space)
Japan too turnt
(Can’t keep da pace)
Glock in da booth
(Just in case)
Bitches is thinking they number one
(I ain’t number two)

⸻

(Hook)
Too many pills
Too many bills
Too many models (x4)

⸻

(Verse 2)
I chew, ion need no bless you
Talk slick, lil bitch you know we will stretch you
Ain’t no textin’ back, lil nigga I just left you
Boo hoo

Stay with that paper like it is a habit
24 karats like I am a rabbit
Wrist be on chill and it look like a Patek
Hop in the whip and that bih automatic

I’m with the vibe, I’m with the lean
Japan is a ghost, I’m in his dreams
Red on his jeans, uh, countin’ his green
I don’t say much, but I’m really a fiend

I could never be like you hoes
Eenie meenie miney but won’t pick you hoes

Model body when I walk in
Instagram, you know he stalkin’
Bitches mad, they steady talkin’
He in my DM, now we locked in

Models

BANGB#TCH

2025℗ Rap Royalty Records / PRETTY DOLLAZ ♛

GEEKED!

lyrics: 

all i do is get fly get by nigga 
he know im the prize nigga 
i don’t wanna talk just put the money in my eyes nigga 
rainforest money amazon i’m in my prime nigga 
foot all on they neck im trained to go i like to slide niggas


schapperelli got my belly gone 
drunk af off deleon 
i’m the teeth collector fist a bitch and get my fairy on 
freaky like a scorpio i’m octobers very own 
small bag bitches shouldn’t talk i tell em carry on 

walk around wit my nose up a bum can’t touch me 
kill a broke ass nigga if he think he finna fuck me 
all the shit these bitches tryna do is because me 
and i got like 12 niggas they all tryna cuff me 


uh ride around on some bullshit 
bitches better get to duckin cus i like to pull shit 
they rap is asinine they be on some sound a fool shit 
diamonds keep me chillin bitch i’m always on some cool shit 

yea bitch i’m skipping to the finer things 
bitches tryna end me tryna say i like the minor things 
pull niggas in my sleep please believe i like the nicer things 
can’t do nothing for me im the illest onto higher things 

anyways im paid im pretty that’s the shit i’m fluent in 
bitches mentally ill finna send em to the loony bin 
if you so much better bitch why you always losin then 
had to take my ass off these niggas tryna do me in 

dolce & gabana shades 
come mere bae it’s time to play 
married to the game dressin up like it’s my bridal day 
always get the final say 
they gossipin they life away 
bum bitches only mad because

G3T FLY

Juku