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thrilly - angelic lyrics

she say my music angelic
i said that i loved you, i meant it
this ice on my neck, you can test it

vivienne westwood on my neck and your ass can′t afford it
i might just hop in that foreign, f+ck a mclauren
city to city i’m touring

bad b+tch, what do you want
average, she tryna clutch on the gun
boof pack, that sh+t go to your lungs
we kick that boy out if he ain′t got no funds
go!

chop send a n+gga back home
the opps running down but the stick real strong
they didn’t know that
yeah, come get your hoe back
yeah, your b+tch in the crib and you know that
like my b+tches black, like kodak
we in the whip and we sippin on 4 ack
lights, gave her a band, told her get some nice
that hoe wanna f+ck, but that hoe aint my type
she tryna kick, tryna stay for the night
i’m saying just get off my line yeah
hop out the whip im booted
he got a gun, he don′t shoot it
posted wit gang and they ruthless
you know my n+ggas been on it
purple jeans on my body, i suit it
test on the gang we ain′t running like sonic
if your gang got some beef then we finna get through it

she say my music angelic
i said that i loved you, i meant it
this ice on my neck, you can test it
vivienne westwood on my neck and your ass can’t afford it
i might just hop in that foreign, f+ck a mclauren
city to city i′m touring

bad b+tch, what do you want
average, she tryna clutch on the gun
boof pack, that sh+t go to your lungs
we kick that boy out if he ain’t got no funds
go!

- thrilly lyrics

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