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Paroles : Angelic America

Yeah, Pasto Flocco yeah
Mind on the money n***a gotta stay focused (hehe)
N***as they startin' to?change,?they gon' notice
I?am angelic I'm chosen
On my way?to the bag, yeah I'm focused
Angelic n***a yeah I'm paintin' the way
All you other n***as is bogus
Yeah, yeah

I always knew you was a thot, I had to leave
I was losing my mind
Take all my feelings, I put em in my rhymes
Shawty be wylin' like that typa time?
Yeah, I don't got no feelings
Let the temperature drop
I be dripping so much, where the f**k is the mop?
With the same gang, with my brothers the mob
Shawty so dayroom I told her to stop

Angelic America, you know that she feelin' the wave
I gotta keep it a 'hunnid, oh brodie don't take that that way
Talk down on the gang, we addin' a K
Say what's your name? Tell that boy "Tay"
A lot of you n***as just copy and hate
In an orange room
I'm an angel, I'm a superstar
I pray to God, I just want to go far
N***as they hate in the comments, I don't give a f**k if that's part of the style
Shawty be playin' with me, she playin' with me, she play my heart
8th grade got my first real girl friend and she broke my heart
Now I'm 16 with a whole lot of money
21 Savage don't got no heart
Shoutout my day one n***as, was you f**kin' with me from the start?
You know that [?] with my father he [?]

Angelic America, you know that she feelin' the wave
I gotta keep it a 'hunnid, oh brodie don't take that that way
Talk down on the gang, we addin' a K
Say what's your name? Tell that boy "Tay"
A lot of you n***as just copy and hate
In an orange room

Pasto Flocco yeah
I always knew you was a thot, I had to leave
I was losing my mind
Take all my feelings, I put em in my rhymes
Shawty be wylin' like that typa time?
Yeah, I don't got no feelings
Let the temperature drop
I be dripping so much, where the f**k is the mop?
With the same gang, with my brothers the mob
Pasto Flocco yeah
Mind on the money n***a gotta stay focused
N***as they startin' to change, they gon' notice
I am angelic I'm chosen
On my way to the bag, yeah I'm focused
Angelic n***a yeah I'm paintin' the way
All you other n***as is bogus
Yeah, yeah

I always knew you was a thot, I had to leave
I was losing my mind
Take all my feelings, I put em in my rhymes
Shawty be wylin' like that typa time?
Yeah, I don't got no feelings
Let the temperature drop
I be dripping so much, where the f**k is the mop?
With the same gang, with my brothers the mob
Shawty so dayroom I told her to stop

Angelic America, you know that she feelin' the wave
I gotta keep it a 'hunnid, oh brodie don't take that that way
Talk down on the gang, we addin' a K
Oh brodie don't take that that way
Talk down on the gang, we addin' a K
She say what's your name? Tell her "Tay"