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Lirieke: TQ. Angela Jones.

Aww, yeah
Aww, yeah
Who's that girl

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
And you know, baby girl, damn sure proved it true
She was fine as Georgia peach wine
She caught the bus on a 129th

I used to watch her every morning as I ride by
Her Lil' man on the bench showin' his behind
I mean she musta had so much on her mind
That she caught the city bus to the county line

She wasn't the victim of a deadbeat baby daddy
The game took him and I tell you that was all she had
Situation for a sister, real bad
I mean she need some type of assistance, a helping hand

One day she looked in the mirror, standin' there naked
That's when she saw the money and how to make it
Turned around, shook her ass, grabbed her titties
Miss Angela Jones is open for business

I'm like "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know What I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now

Straight off the bat, Angie got the work
Winin' and dinin' and robbin' them jerks
She went from Gucci watches, humble beginnings
To that Cartier wrist wear with diamonds in 'em

The finest women couldn't fuck with Angela
It was all in the waist, how she handled ya
Dog, I mean baby girl had that thing
That could knock ya ass clean out and take your chain

It's a shame all the things that child could do to you
She'd do that booty dance like Beyonce do
Cold with her hands and a twenty two
Just in case the night didn't go like it's supposed to

Who'd be mad at Angie? Not this kid
She just playin' with the hand she was dealt and that's real
So when I read it in the paper, who could I blame?
Hooker found slain, Angie's her name, what a shame

I'm like, "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know what I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now

How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
(I wish I could save ya)
I wish I could make ya better
(I wish I coulda made it better for ya, baby)
How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better

How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
(I wish I could save ya)
I wish I could make ya better
(I wish I coulda made it better for ya, baby)
How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better

I'm like, "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know what I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself, what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now

I'm like, "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know what I've been told
(I don't know)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul