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Angels

A$AP Rocky

Ten gold chains, wood grain propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

I'm the dope mane bítches sniffing cocaine
All my young niggas know that they could all weigh, all weigh
(Call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh
(Call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh
(Call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh
(Call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh

If, if, if you see me trucking bítch

They call me young drug dealer
They call me young thug nigger
24 karats my slugs glitter
24 years old worth a couple million
Shouts out to my cause niggers
Finna let it fly for my blood niggers
Middle finger up to you fück niggers
If you a trill nigger, then fück with us

Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet
With a pistol on him prolly wouldn't even pull it
... mean mugging with a hoodie like what's goodie
Tryna be the motherfücker that you couldn't
Knowing you, down to let it fly when I shouldn't
All my young niggers they gon rep it to the fullest
Tell a fück nigger be you fücked up be cool
All the young niggers in my crew they down to let it fly

For a nigga like me
Young nigga like me, they let it fly
For a nigga like me
Young nigga like me, they let it fly
For a nigga like me
Young nigga like me, they let it fly
For a nigga like me
Jiggy young jiggy like me

Ten gold chains, wood grain propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
Ten gold chains, wood grain propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that
Hood by air man I started that
Niggas claim they the God of black
Well your name is purple I'm the God of that
Gave you my back nigga pardon that
Fück that shit I brought mobbing back
I brought robbing back, I brought the Garden back
Motherfück black land I brought Harlem back

Rolling in my Benzo
Hoes on the curb a couple of friends
Rolling down my window
Yo whats the word, fück it get in
Ride round with these bimbos
She give head to my kin folk
Shout outs my connect though
Keep a watch out for them Winslows
Cause the boys gon creep, D-Boys gone serve
Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve
I'ma get by while the world gon turn
I'ma get mine like you gon get yours
Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve
Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned
I feel a nigger be you fücked up be cool
Couple of young niggers down with my crew
Who'd be down to let it fly

For a nigga like me
Young nigga like me, they let it fly
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Young nigga like me, they let it fly
For a nigga like me
Young nigga like me, they let it fly
For a nigga like me
Jiggy young jiggy like me

Ten gold chains, wood grain propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
Ten gold chains, wood grain propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
(repeat)


compositores: IMOGEN JENNIFER HEAP, RAKIM MAYERS, CLARENCE IAN CONNOR, SOLOMON DAVIS, DAYQUAN DAVIS
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