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Pasto Flocco

"Angelic America"

[Chorus 1:]
Yeah, Pasto Flocco yeah
Mind on the money n*gga gotta stay focused
n*ggas 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*gga yeah I'm paintin' the way
All you other n*ggas is bogus
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus 2:]
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 dropping so much, where the f*ck is the mop?
With the same gang, with my brothers the mob
Shawty so dayroom I told her to stop

[Chorus 3:]
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 Te
A lot of you n*ggas just copy and hate
In an orange room

[Verse 1:]
I'm an angel, I'm a superstar
I pray to God, I just want to go far
n*ggas they hate in the comments, I don't give a f*ck 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 girl-girl friend and she broke my heart
I have a team with a lot of money
21 Savage don't got no heart
Shoutout my day one n*ggas, was you f*ckin' with me from the start?
You know that [?] with my father he [?]

[Chorus 3:]
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 Te
A lot of you n*ggas just copy and hate
In an orange room

[Chorus 2:]
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 dropping so much, where the f*ck is the mop?
With the same gang, with my brothers the mob

[Chorus 1:]
Pasto Flocco yeah
Mind on the money n*gga gotta stay focused
n*ggas 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*gga yeah I'm paintin' the way
All you other n*ggas is bogus
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus 2:]
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 dropping so much, where the f*ck is the mop?
With the same gang, with my brothers the mob
Shawty so dayroom I told her to stop

[Chorus 3:]
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 Te

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