- Angels

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November 12, 2015Fixed by Tomy Rivas 

Lyrics

Ten gold chains, wood grane, propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
I'm the dope mane, bitches sniffing cocaine
All my young niggas know that they could always
Call me, call me, call me always, always
(If you see me trouble, bitch)
They call me young drug dealer, they call me young thug niggas

24 karats my slugs glitter, 24 years old worth a couple million
Shoutouts to my cuz niggas, finna let it fly for my blood niggas
Middlefinger up to you fuck niggas, if you a trill nigga
then fuck with us
nigga 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 motherfucka that you couldn't
Down to let it fly when i shouldn't
All my young niggas they gone rep' it to the fullest
Tell a fuck nigga be you
Fuck Tough be cool
All my 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, jiggy young nigga like me
FLEX!
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
Sell the whole thang from a cellphone ring
I'm the dope mane
Bitches sniffing cocaine
All my young niggas know that they could always
(Call me, Call me, Call me, Call me, Call me)
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, iam the god of that
Gave you my back nigga pardon that
Fuck that shit i brought mobbing back
I brought robbin' back
I brought the garden back
Motherfuck 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
Fuck it get in
Ride round with these bimbos
She gave head to my kin folks
Shoutouts my connect though
Keep a watch out for them winslows
Cause the boys gon' creep
D-Boys gon' serve
Hoes gone skeet, and the V gone swerve
Ima get by while the world gone turn
Ima get mine like you gon' get yours
Niggas do the least when the pierce got nerve
Niggas in the streets want heat, get burned
Tell a nigga 'be you', Fuck tough be cool
Couple young niggas in my crew they be down to let it fly
End

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