Alex Wiley - Thug Angel Lyrics
Chasing fame, chasing moneyGot a lil name, niggas tryin' to take it from meThe shit is getting to me, I can't even stuntSwinging for defenses, niggas trying to make meBut my end is sensing my youthJust disappear in this poof poofRiding round in that coopTrying to keep my pockets on bruce, bruce!You don't like how I do, truePeace shout, my nigga deuce deuceHundreds go cause my money swallow meBig nany comes and Kush, Kush!Damn, get *****ed and I get *****ed, niggaRinding that passion, I smoke on occasionAnd it's the needs and no way that it needsAnd now way that it feels like I play for the...Start to ***** 'em, lil nigga!You don't really want to interfere, niggas, nigga!When we get *****ed I got nothingThem lame ass nigga trying to push my buttons, so ***** it!Roll it up, we gonna get high tonightShe said you gonna be so afraid of that shitYou're probably right!A couple *****es when they ain't about the molly typeOn a gray van, nigga is the money and the chainBut it top down screaming that money ain't a thing![Hook]Na, na, na, na, na, naNa, na, na, na, na, naTitties in my phoneAnd that ***** that is now my *****Any ***** can't tickle my private...And it's about my ***** back to the trap I goNiggas will go to the rap I knowBig..in the game, and they like my doughEverybody on my met my own![Hook]
