ASAP Rocky - Angels



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, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh


If, if, if you see me trucking bitch

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 cuz� niggers

Finna� let it fly for my blood niggers

Middle finger up to you fuck niggers

If you a trill nigger, then fuck wit� us

Nigga 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 motherfucker that you couldn�t

Knowin� you

Down to let it fly when I shouldn�t

All my young niggers they gon� rep it to the fullest

Tell a fuck nigger be you fucked up be cool

All the young niggers 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


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

Fuck that shit I brought mobbin� back

I brought robbin� back, I brought the Garden back

Motherfuck 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, fuck 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

Feel a nigger be you fucked up be cool

All the young niggers 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

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