FLO ANGEL

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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. What's the name? You can hear it whispered in the streets.

They talk about us every corner of this industry. We hit machines, never miss, every shot nice.

It's God's work, but we do it for the top price.

Bunch of villains in this fucked up universe, putting on a smile while they turn around and do the worst.

It's whatever though, I'm focused on me.

I'm just trying to stack it up and be the dopest on the scene.

Sometimes I like to chill out, fluffing up the pillows, roll up in the bed like a cozy armadillo.

'Til it's time to get out and get back to hustling. Some white amateurs causing up a fuss again.

Gotta show 'em how it's done, we legit, bitch. Hella gifted like a rich kid's Christmas.

A sickness, better keep a good distance. But then again, you could never catch this shit.

You, you, you, you could never catch this shit.

Ca- ca- ca- ca- ca- ca- ca- catch this shit.

You could never. . . You, you, you, you could never. . .

You, you could never ca- catch, ca- ca- ca- catch this shit. The fanboys flocking, paparazzi knocking.

Pandemonium and panic everywhere we drop in.

I'm trying to paint a picture for you like this: me and hype go together like panties and stockings.

I'm top ten and I'm not ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two. Winning's all we do.

Underestimate me? Well, that's awfully rude.

I'm the one to bring the boom like bazooka, smoke you like hookah. Make you say, "Holy fuck! " like it's Kama Sutra.

Bitch, I am the future, the past, and the present.

Like P, S, and G, this a match -made in heaven.

-Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

Wes Atlas.

Taku Takahashi.

Panty & Stocking!

Thank you.