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Gang Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up Angelic, angelic, angelic They ain't like this, on God Yeah, she said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew? Went to the cashier, total 402 Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22 Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22 Countin' up red like Blue's Clues Fuckin' yo' bitch, you ain't have a clue That's my fault, thought you knew You know we angelic, you know we 'bout to do it I'm rockin' G-Fazos like Nike, Just do It Got [?] on the beat and these niggas can't do this, at all I'm seventeen, bitch, yo' bitch want a pic' I know that you mad, I know you [?] I got steady aim, I don't need a grip My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip [?] on the toilet if he talkin' shit Baguettes they drippin’, rose gold tint He can’t function, he too lit I’m on my bitch and we too lit I came with the squad like G-Unit My bro [?], he got two sticks Songtexte25K, match this drip [?] Lil Peep, GothBoiClique Your bitch on my dick and she won't let me hit Yeah, she said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew? Went to the cashier, total 402 Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22 Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22 Countin' up red like Blue's Clues Fuckin' yo' bitch, you ain't have a clue That's my fault, thought you knew You know we angelic, you know we 'bout to do it I'm rockin' [?] pesos like Nike, Just do It Got [?] on the beat and these niggas can't do this, at all [?] bitch, yo' bitch want a pic' I know that you mad, I know you [?] I got steady aim, I don't need a grip My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip [?] on the toilet if he talkin' shit Run the whole gang, we run the whole race Diamonds all colors, they ain't got no race She off the Percy, she go outer space Back up the flocko, hold it to his face She eatin' a taco, [?] her mouth I can never, ever love on a thot He got a grip but he never gon' pop Harry gon' pull up, you know he gon' pop Start from the bottom like I'm growin' crops I got this drip, nigga, like a mop She givin' me signs, nigga, had to stop beggin' Angelic, you know the vibes Don't want the pad, nigga, like a lock Pull up to the party, nigga, gotta slide [?] at the opps, shots to his face now [?] Yo bitch on me, uh, niggas they hatin' on me [?] [?] On my body, I know you feelin' me Shawty was bad, but no, I'm not feelin' her Hop in a Jag, Fast and Furious These bitches wack, mad and delirious We beefin' with niggas, I know that you hearin' us [?], they don't wanna fear with us That nigga a clown, he buyin' her everything She rollin', she rollin', she roll off the ecstasy Yeah, she said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew? Went to the cashier, total 402 Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22 Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22 Countin' up red like Blue's Clues Fuckin' yo' bitch, you ain't have a clue That's my fault, thought you knew You know we angelic, you know we 'bout to do it I'm rockin' G-Fazos like Nike, Just do It Got [?] on the beat and these niggas can't do this, at all I'm seventeen, bitch, yo' bitch want a pic' I know that you mad, I know you [?] I got steady aim, I don't need a grip My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip [?] on the toilet if he talkin' shit Do not trust too many niggas, too many niggas gon' switch And I put that on me, none of these niggas They can't do it like this, this, this, this, this Runnin', you don't want that, Glock gon' cock back Now you an opp pack, can't even clap back Can't even stop, yeah, I'm at the top, yeah Feel like Blueface 'cause I got the mop, yeah Niggas see me and I know gon' they stop, stare I'm too angelic, you niggas can't compare Angelican niggas, we come out of no where Roll on them niggas, roll up like I'm [?] Taking my flow, can I get my flow back? [?] clip 'em, nigga got a toe-tag Uppin' the Glock, nigga, like a punch track No refunds you ain't getting you funds back Broke nigga, and you sleep on a bunk-bed I'm a kill you, boy, better not bump heads Burnin' niggas, burn that nigga like a sunset Ballin' on niggas, ballin' like it's [?] Why are you talkin' nigga? Are you laced? I'm goin' up, can't keep the pace Bustin' the racks, put 'em in the safe I used to be stuck in my old ways Now I just gotta get to the cake Hurt feelin's, yeah, I don't wanna play Perc 30s, she can't feel her face Pasto the Flocco, he shootin' his shot Yeah, she said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew? Went to the cashier, total 402 Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22 Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22 Countin' up red like Blue's Clues Fuckin' yo' bitch, you ain't even had a clue That's my fault, thought you knew You know we angelic, you know we 'bout to do it I'm rockin' G-Fazos like Nike, Just do It Got [?] on the beat and these niggas can't do this, at all I'm seventeen, bitch, yo' bitch want a pic' I know that you mad, I know you [?] I got steady aim, I don't need a grip My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip [?] on the toilet if he talkin' shit Aus Songtexte Mania