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 |