A$AP Rocky - Angels lyrics

Ten gold chains, wood grain propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang I'm the dope mane b**hes sniffin' c**aine All my young n***as 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 b**h They call me young drug dealer They call me young thug n***a 24 karats my slugs glitter 24 years old worth a couple million Shouts out to my cuz' n***as Finna' let it fly for my blood n***as Middle finger up to you f** n***as If you a trill n***a, then f** wit' us n***a 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**er that you couldn't Knowin' you Down to let it fly when I shouldn't All my young n***as they gon' rep it to the fullest Tell a f** n***a be you f** tough be cool All the young n***as in crew they down to let it fly For a n***a like me, young n***a like me They let it fly For a n***a like me, young n***a like me They let it fly For a n***a like me, young n***a like me They let it fly For a n***a like me, jiggy young like me Ten gold chains, wood grain propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang n***as got rips in they jeans man I started that Hood by air man I started that n***as claim they the God of black Well your name is purple I'm the God of that Gave you my back n***a' pardon that f** that sh** I brought mobbin' back I brought robbin' back, I brought the Garden back Motherf** 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, f** 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 n***as do the least do when the piece got nerve n***as in the streets when the heat got burned Tell a f** n***a be you f** tough be cool All the young n***as in crew they down to let it fly For a n***a like me, young n***a like me They let it fly For a n***a like me, young n***a like me They let it fly For a n***a like me, young n***a like me They let it fly For a n***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