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- A$AP Rocky Angels 歌词
- A$AP Rocky
- Ten gold chains wood grain propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
I'm the dope mane bitches sniffin' 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
If if if you see me trucking bitch
They call me young drug dealer
They call me young thug nigga
24 karats my slugs glitter
24 years old worth a couple million
Shouts out to my cuz' niggas
Finna' let it fly for my blood niggas
Middle finger up to you f**k niggas
If you a trill nigga then f**k wit' us
Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet
Wit' a pistol on him prolly' wouldn't even pull it
Heart made of puddin' mean muggin' wit' a hoodie
Like what's goodie
Tryin' to be the motherf**ker that you couldn't
Knowin' you
Down to let it fly when I shouldn't
All my young niggas they gon' rep it to the fullest
Tell a f**k nigga be you f**k tough be cool
All the young niggas 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 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
F**k that shit I brought mobbin' back
Brought robbin' back brought the Garden back
Motherf**k black land I brought Harlem back
Rollin' in my Benzo
Hoes on the curb a couple of friends
Rollin' down my window
Yo what's the word f**k 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
Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve
Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned
Tell a f**k nigga be you f**k tough be cool
All the young niggas in 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 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
Ten gold chains wood grain propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
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