Nas, Pharrell - Nas' Angels... The Flyest lyrics

Word word word word

I come through in a new double
R listening to smiling faces
Check out my jewelry piled 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 masochist
Cause I be giving them pain
It's a cold world, i laugh as if
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 Entenmann's and Breyers
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 your CD needs me
Keep it kickin' like Del Greco
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, K's on the right
Canary out her ears
You know she playing them right
Hilton style, Billionaire Boys club
Braveheart, y'all don't want no war with us
Dump a semi out a Maybach, I made girls bust
When I hit them full thrust, full throttle

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

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

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
Move your waist girl, yeah yeah
Move your waist girl, yeah yeah
You got to be Nas's Angel
You can be Charlie's Angel
You can be Nas's Angel