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letra de angel child - ben kenobe

verse
they say they want that soul back
that flow back
ice around my pinkies look like snow caps
that’s no cap
ben ken0be know i got that cold pack
she know that
careful what you asking for you know i got that bojak
love you in that jersey dress i see you that’s a throwback
hate it when you not around i’m clingy b-tch you know that
i ain’t tryna share you hoe i’m stingy girl you know that
like geniuwine, i been this guy
don’t even lie, you ain’t never been this high, or been this fried, or been this fly
had to have a business mind, by any means, i’m getting mine
i ain’t have no business ties, or credit lines, but still i rise, like full moons and ocean tides
i could do it anytime
spring, summеr, winter time
breakfast, lunch, dinnеr time
f-ck it you could pick a time
and still i shine
i’m at it 9-10 from 10-9, it’s been a grind
i’m out the slums y’all it’s been a climb
i tell them n-ggas pick a side, but know
i don’t even see a finish line

chorus
running through it like it’s nothing to it
rain i’m accustomed to it
pain had to muscle through it
all or nothing
this is hustle music
i’m coming through in something stupid
any noise i’m cutting through it
and when the devil tried to hold me down
with enough weight it could break the ground
i’m glad it couldn’t break my smile, say it loud, i’m an angel child, i say it proud
i’m slowing down, imma stay a while
verse
colors on my charm look like snow cones
ice around my arm like it’s cold stones
d-mn these are cold stones
marijuanna home grown
you see the shoes matte black but the nose chrome
who this? old phone
real to the chromosome
you know it holmes
couldn’t do no mortgage loan
cash for the florida home
bro bro
only time we don’t got no motion is a photo, it’s go mode, meet me at the top i bet they no show
i be in my bag wit something bad, but she loco p-ssy got a choke hold, ass like coco
but black though
snow bunnies a fat no
facts hoe
i’m back hoe
pockets on fat joe
i’m my city’s last hope
they raise a toast when i come in town
them hoes love it when i come around
they can’t stomach when you come around
you need a budget just to touch me now
it’s foreign luggage when i’m touching down
chorus
running through it like it’s nothing to it
the rain get accustomed to it
pain gotta muscle through it
all or nothing
this is hustle music
i’m coming through in something stupid
any noise i’m cutting through it
and when the devil tried to hold you down
enough weight that it could break the ground
be glad it couldn’t break your smile, say it loud, you an angel child, say it proud
time to slow it down and stay a while

- ben kenobe

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