Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angels, artist - A$AP Rocky. Date of issue: 10.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 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 fuck niggas |
| If you a trill nigga, then fuck 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 motherfucker 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 fuck nigga be you fuck 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 |
| 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 whats 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 |