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A$AP Rocky( ASAP Rocky )
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Goldie
Lyricist:Chauncey Hollis、Rakim Mayers Composer:Chauncey Hollis、Rakim Mayers
I said it must be cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my show they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw Part like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy til shit pop off
Let's take it to the basis, you in the midst if greatness My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement I'm early to the party, but my Rari is the latest Somehow it seems girls in they late teens Remind me you favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous Life's a muthafucka ain't it? These other rappers anus So tell me what your name is, I'mma tell it to my stainless You aim it fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless It's just me, myself, and I and muthafuckas that I came with Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me Until I tell em to they face they ain't no G Low key, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin Zig Zags Tell em quit the riff raff bitchin with your bitch ass
I said it must be cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my show they be strippin' off they clothes Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And them college girls write nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw Part like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy til shit pop off
Yes I'm the shit, tell me do it stink It feel good wakin' up, some money in the bank Three model bitches, cocaine in the sink And I'm so bout it bout it, I might roll up in a tank Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink Eyes chink, rollin up that dank, blowin' on that stank What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state Man on the moon, got a condo out in space Open up you legs, tell me how it taste And them niggas talkin' shit so tell em, 'Tell it to my face' Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick In a six, told her suck a dick, moterboat her tits I'm the shit, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags Tell em quit the riff raff bitchin with your bitch ass
Hoes at my show they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw Part like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy til shit pop off
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