Thug Angel Lyrics

Chasing fame, chasing money
Got a lil name, niggas tryin' to take it from me
The shit is getting to me, I can't even stunt
Swinging for defenses, niggas trying to make me
But my end is sensing my youth
Just disappear in this poof poof
Riding round in that coop
Trying to keep my pockets on bruce, bruce!
You don't like how I do, true
Peace shout, my nigga deuce deuce
Hundreds go cause my money swallow me
Big nany comes and Kush, Kush!
Damn, get f*cked and I get f*cked, nigga
Rinding that passion, I smoke on occasion
And it's the needs and no way that it needs
And now way that it feels like I play for the...
Start to f*ck 'em, lil nigga!
You don't really want to interfere, niggas, nigga! When we get f*cked I got nothing
Them lame ass nigga trying to push my buttons, so f*ck it!

Roll it up, we gonna get high tonight
She said you gonna be so afraid of that shit
You're probably right!
A couple bitches when they ain't about the molly type
On a gray van, nigga is the money and the chain
But it top down screaming that money ain't a thing!

Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na

Titties in my phone
And that bitch that is now my bitch
Any bitch can't tickle my private...
And it's about my bitch back to the trap I go
Niggas will go to the rap I know
Big.in the game, and they like my dough
Everybody on my met my own!

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