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    I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces
    Check out my jewelry pound in your faces
    Italian air forces leather laces with the basket weave
    Iron in your face so fast from the draft so sneeze
    It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to Massicast
    Cause I be giving them pain, it's a cold world
    Bernie Mac will be snappin' on you
    But I ain't a joke; you think I'm here to entertain you
    Fallen angel after them halos
    Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow
    Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like intimates
    like the brightest, the flyest

    You got to be the flyest
    I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them
    jeans, but you can work it like that
    You got to be the flyest
    You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps
    cause you can work it like that
    You got to be the flyest
    You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair
    cause you can work it like that
    You got to be the flyest
    You can be Nas's angel, let the largest train you but
    you work it like that

    Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow
    You sea deep need me keep me kickin' like Del Reco
    Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know
    For King Solomon jury security in the Tahoe
    Spandex for money, I stay on the tight
    G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight
    Elbow out the left window, okays on the right
    Canary out our ears, you know she playing them right
    Hilton style, billionaire boys club
    Braveheart, ya'll don't want no war with us
    Dump a semi-auto made by, I made girls bust
    When I hit them full thrust, full throttle


    Big living, what it tastes like, tapes right, used to hate life
    To move an eight, every night was my passion
    Pipe bombs safe from stashes, Aston's, Rolls Royces
    Cold oysters and many sorts of women shake like horses
    I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough
    Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin'
    It's at my mind, just a mystery school
    Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools
    Mami hit me with some moves
    I'm addicted to spinning, dipping these women in different waters
    Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants
    I been okay with these warmers
    Girls harass me and gas me and say that I'm enormous


    Move your waist girl.. Yeah yeah (x2)
    You got to be Nas's Angel
    You can be Charlie's Angel
    You can be Nas's Angel

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