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a$ap rocky - angels lyrics
[chorus]
ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
[post-chorus]
i’m the dope mane, b-tches sniffing cocaine
all my young n-ggas know that they could always
call me, call me, call me (always, always)
call me, call me, call me (always, always)
call me, call me, call me (always, always)
call me, call me, call me (if you see me trouble, b-tch)
[verse 1]
they call me young drug dealer, they call me young thug n-gga
24 karats my slugs glitter, 24 years old worth a couple million
shouts out to my cuz n-ggas, finna let it fly for my blood n-ggas
middle finger up to you f-ck n-ggas, if you a trill n-gga, then f-ck with us
n-gga dash like a speed of a bullet
with a pistol on him prolly wouldn’t even pull it
heart made of pudding mean mugging with a hoodie like what’s goodie
trying to be the mothaf-cka that you couldn’t knowing you
down to let it fly when i shouldn’t
all my young n-ggas they gon’ rep it to the fullest
tell a f-ck n-gga “be you”, f-ck tough be cool
all the young n-ggas in my crew, they down to let it fly
[pre-chorus]
for a n-gga like me, young n-gga like me (they let it fly)
for a n-gga like me, young n-gga like me (they let it fly)
for a n-gga like me, young n-gga like me (they let it fly)
for a n-gga like me, jiggy young n-gga like me (flex!)
[chorus]
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
[verse 2]
n-ggas got rips in they jeans man i started that
hood by air, man i started that
n-ggas claim they the god of black
well your name is purple i’m the god of that
gave you my back n-gga pardon that
f-ck that sh-t i brought mobbing back
i brought robbin’ back, i brought the garden back
motherf-ck black land i brought harlem back
rolling in my benzo, hoes on the curb a couple of friends
rolling down my window, yo what’s the word, f-ck it get in
ride ’round with these bimbos, she gave head to my kinfolk
shout outs my connect though, keep a watch out for them winslows
’cause the boys’ gon’ creep, d-boys gon’ serve
hoes gon’ skeet and the v gone swerve
i’ma get by while the world gon’ turn
i’ma get mine like you gon’ get yours
n-ggas do the least when the piece got nerve
n-ggas in the streets when the heat got burned
i’ll tell a n-gga “be you”, f-ck tough be cool
couple young n-ggas down with my crew who be down to let it fly
[pre-chorus]
for a n-gga like me, young n-gga like me (they let it fly)
for a n-gga like me, young n-gga like me (they let it fly)
for a n-gga like me, young n-gga like me (they let it fly)
for a n-gga like me, jiggy young n-gga like me (flex!)
[chorus]
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
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
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