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ASAP ROCKY : Angels lyrics

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ASAP ROCKY lyrics : "Angels"

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


I'm the dope mane (*##$es sniffin' cocaine
All my young ^!$$%s 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 (*##$
They call me young drug dealer

They call me young thug [email protected][email protected]
24 karats my slugs glitter
24 years old worth a couple million

Shouts out to my cuz' [email protected][email protected]
Finna' let it fly for my blood [email protected][email protected]
Middle finger up to you $#&@ [email protected][email protected]

If you a trill [email protected][email protected], then $#&@ wit' us
^!$$% dash like a speed of a bullet
Wit' a pistol on him prolly' wouldn't even pull it

? mean muggin' wit' a hoodie
Like what's goodie
Tryin' to be the mother$#&@er that you couldn't

Knowin' you
Down to let it fly when I shouldn't
All my young [email protected][email protected] they gon' rep it to the fullest

Tell a $#&@ [email protected][email protected] be you $#&@ed up be cool
All the young [email protected][email protected] in crew they down to let it fly
For a ^!$$% like me, young ^!$$% like me

They let it fly
For a ^!$$% like me, young ^!$$% like me
They let it fly

For a ^!$$% like me, young ^!$$% like me
They let it fly
For a ^!$$% like me, jiggy young 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

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


^!$$%s got rips in they jeans man I started that
Hood by air man I started that
^!$$%s claim they the God of black

Well your name is purple I'm the God of that
Gave you my back ^!$$%' pardon that
$#&@ that %#@! I brought mobbin' back

I brought robbin' back, I brought the Garden back
Mother$#&@ black land I brought Harlem back
Rollin' in my Benzo

Hoes on the curb a couple of friends
Rollin down my window
Yo whats the word, $#&@ it get in

Ride round wit' these bimbos
She give head to my kin folk
Shout outs my connect tho'

Keep a watch out for them Winslows
Cause' the boys gon' creep
D-boys gone' serve

Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve
Imma' get by while the world gon' turn
Imma' get mine like you gon' get yours

^!$$%s do the least do when the piece got nerve
^!$$%s in the streets when the heat got burned
Feel a [email protected][email protected] be you $#&@ed up be cool

All the young [email protected][email protected] in crew they down to let it fly
For a ^!$$% like me, young ^!$$% like me
They let it fly

For a ^!$$% like me, young ^!$$% like me
They let it fly
For a ^!$$% like me, young ^!$$% like me

They let it fly
For a ^!$$% like me, jiggy young 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


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