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Angelis was a British classical singing group created by Simon Cowell. It was initially formed in early 2006 and was made up of six children, who were then aged between 11 and 14. The children were discovered during nationwide auditions led by Ron Corp and from recommendations and contacts with some UK choirs, including the Royal Scottish National Orchestra and New London Children's Choir. more »

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Dreams of a two tone whip
With a two phone bitch
Smoking on
That who wanna hit
Who wanna hit
I pay no mind
If a homie got ends
If the homie got sense
Then the homie got ends
You tryna get bread
Then let's be friends
Yes bitch I want head
Let's not pretend
If you wanna talk
Then just hit send
Ain't tripping about shit like Theo
Gotta do it big for my people
I know that I'm nice little ego
Still pushing up for the Cinco
Life can be like a sinkhole
Times get tough I drink smoke
I don't wanna quit I'll keep both
All good I'm good on ten toes
Easy money comes in slow
Hustling hard from the go
Since 14 what I know
You gotta get it on your own
No one gonna pay your phone
No one gonna get you clothes
No one gonna buy you smoke
Smoke smoke smoke up
Toke up some robust
Break through the roadblocks
No slow up don't hit stop
Doing 83 bumping Jay Rock
Favorite shit Redemption
Eastside is my section
LA is my blessing
Born crazy no question
Running fades like errands
Gamed up from our parents
No pussy shit no Karens
In '08 no cameras
Gang signs and bandanas
Eses with the hammers
Don't test your luck it standard
To pop shit for a sample
No fingerprints on handles
The homies got more ammo
Dreams of a two tone whip
With a two phone bitch
Smoking on
That who wanna hit
Who wanna hit
I pay no mind
If a homie got ends
If the homie got sense
Then the homie got ends
You tryna get bread
Then let's be friends
Yes bitch I want head
Let's not pretend
If you wanna talk
Then just hit send
Big ass city with a whole lot of hoes
Most of them got bad role models
Probably let you f*ck for a beer and a smoke
I'll probably hit then head for the door
I'll call you back when I need some more
Living in a town where the games so cold
No one takes blame because it ain't they fault
Plenty bad bitches so you can't go wrong
Don't play yourself and end up close
Baby on the way and she ain't gone fold
Thinking of a name when you ain't know hers
You was gonna f*ck then block numbers
Should've peeped game and copped rubbers
Should've popped off the titties first
Most of her friends were prettier
Pretty sure it's way too late
Who cares what I say
Go and do yo thang
Ima keep fronting
Play my game
Act like a husband
Without no shame
I'm just fucking
She want change
No real loving
I ain't brave
Ain't no trusting
In this brain
Ain't it strange
Ain't it strange
Ain't it strange
Ain't it strange
I can be so cold
I can be so cold
Who's to blame
Who's to blame
I can be so cold
I can be so cold
Dreams of a two tone whip
With a two phone bitch
Smoking on
That who wanna hit
Who wanna hit
I pay no mind
If a homie got ends
If the homie got sense
Then the homie got ends
You tryna get bread
Then let's be friends
Yes bitch I want head
Let's not pretend
If you wanna talk
Then just hit send
Raised in a city
Cold hearts no pity
Better have ten if you wanna smoke with me
Better make sense if want smoke with me
Flow so witty
Dumb heads dizzy
Young and busy
Getting straight to the work
Like your uncle gritty
I want 150 per show
And the venue got hoes
Menu of the colds
I stay composed
Drink real slow
So on stage I know
People came here for a show
Give them what they want plus more
Remember my face my flow
In few years down the road
You can say you saw Angel
Back when he ain't have no doe
He spent all night in the studio
Tryna make sure he kept his oath
Can't quit now we almost home
Times get hard
Don't pay it no mind
I can't be bothered
When I'm on my grind
Everyone offers
I still decline
I ain't no toddler
The choice is mine

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