A$AP Rocky – Angels Lyrics

Angels

A$AP Rocky

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"Angels." - A$AP Rocky

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:25 pm

Album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 15

Ten gold chains, woodgrain, propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
I'm the dope mane, bitches sniffing cocaine
All my young **** know that they could always (Call me, call me, call me)
Always, always (Call me, call me, call me)
Always, always (Call me, call me, call me)
Always, always (Call me, call me, call me)
I-If you see me, trouble, bitch
They call me young drug dealer, they call me young thug ****
Twenty-four karats my slugs glitter, twenty-four years old, worth a couple million
Shouts outs to my cuz ****, finna let it fly for my blood ****
Middle finger up to you, fuck ****, if you a trill ****, then fuck with us
**** 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 mothafucka that you couldn't knowing you
Down to let it fly when I shouldn't
All my young ****, they gon' rep it to the fullest
Tell a fuck **** be you, fuck tough, be cool
All the young **** in my crew, they down to let it fly
For a **** like me, young **** like me (They let it fly)
For a **** like me, young **** like me (They let it fly)
For a **** like me, young **** like me (They let it fly)
For a **** like me, jiggy young **** like me (Flex!)
Ten gold chains, woodgrain, propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
Ten gold chains, woodgrain, propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
**** got rips in they jeans, man, I started that
Hood by air, man, I started that
**** claim they the God of black
Well, your name is purple, I'm the God of that
Gave you my back, ****, pardon that
Fuck that shit, I brought mobbing back
I brought robbin' back, bought 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 give head to my kin folk
Shout outs my connect though, keep a watch out for them Winslows
'Cause the boys gon' creep, D-boys gon' serve
Hoes gon' skeet and the V gon' swerve
I'ma get by while the world gon' turn
I'ma get mine like you gon' get yours
**** do the least when the piece got nerve
**** in the streets want heat, got burned
I tell a **** be you, fuck tough, be cool
Couple young **** down with my crew who be down to let it fly
For a **** like me, young **** like me (They let it fly)
For a **** like me, young **** like me (They let it fly)
For a **** like me, young **** like me (They let it fly)
For a **** like me, jiggy young **** like me (Flex!)
Ten gold chains, woodgrain, propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
Ten gold chains, woodgrain, propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
Ten gold chains, woodgrain, propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
Ten gold chains, woodgrain, propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Clarence Connor, Dayquan Davis, Solomon Davis & Imogen Heap.

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