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ASAP ROCKY Thuggin Noise

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A couple more commas richer,
And I’m still mobbin with my niggas bruh.
That’s why they don’t like us rollin deep to the club nigga,
Fuck ya club nigga!
Wherever I’m at is the club nigga, suck a dick
Swag Swag
ASAP.

[Verse 1:]
Toot that shoot that glock nine,
Jiggy nigga I’m bout mine,
Pinky ring and my watch shine,
Yo bitch callin my hotline.

Wide buggy look cockeyed,
Big pockets sit lopside,
Talk studpid get your mouth wired,
We bout it bout it and rowdy huh.

Bitches all on my jock huh,
Pretty nigga might stop time,
Told ya’ll young niggas runnin shit,
Including red lights and stop signs.

Asap niggas on the scene ha,
Young trill niggas on my team ha,
Servin fiends ha, bitches scream ha,
See the beam ha, it’s the ninaa.

[Chorus:]
Rocky where you been,
I’ve been thuggin with my team hoe.
Rocky how you been
I’ve been thuggin with my team hoe.
Rocky where you been,
I’ve been thuggin with my team hoe.
Rocky how you been
I’ve been thuggin with my team hoe.

[Verse 2]
My trunk shake, and my paint spill,
Chrome [?] with the grain wheel.
Puss pussy niggas they ain’t tril,
And we toast to ricky cause he ain’t chere.

A couple bad bitches everyday chill,
So much snow you need a reindeer,
Thuggish ruggish like st. clair,
Trill bitches want to hop up on the thang yeaa.

[Chorus]

A young nigga, a young blood,
A mane don’t let these niggas box you in my nigga
Just cause you get rich don’t forget where you came from
Or who you really are man

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ASAP ROCKY Ridin’

Welcome to samjacobsauthor Lyrics ASAP ROCKY Ridin’ Lyrics, singer by ASAP ROCKY

[Lana Del Rey]
I want to be your object, of your affection
Give me all your time, touch, money, and attention
Pick me up after school, you can be my baby
Maybe we could go somewhere, get a little crazy
He?s rich and I?m wishin?, um, he could be my Mister Yum
Delicious to the maximum, chew him up like bubble gum
Mama?s pretty party favor, he says I?m his favorite flavor

[Hook]
Uh, uh, catch me ridin? like a bitch
Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin? with my bitch
Uh, long hair, Lana, that?s my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh

Uh, uh, catch me ridin? like a bitch
Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin? with my bitch
Uh, long hair, Lana, that?s my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh

[Lana Del Rey]
You say that I am flawless, true perfection
So give me all your drugs, props, money, and connections
Pick me up after school, actin? kinda shady
You?re the coolest kid in town, I?m your little lady
Your sick and I?m kissin? him, magical musician, how I?m
Drivin? at the cinema, lovin? him and lickin? him
He?s my love, the life saver
Don?t step on my bad behavior

Uh, uh, catch me ridin? like a bitch
Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin? with my bitch
Uh, long hair, Lana, that?s my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh

Uh, uh, catch me ridin? like a bitch
Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin? with my bitch
Uh, long hair, Lana, that?s my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh

[A$AP Rocky]
Swervin?, swervin?, gettin? all them dimes
Tell her I be doin?, I be swaggin? to my prime
This ain?t all the time, it happens all the time
That?s a big contradiction, get your money on your mind
What, what, tell her I be on a chase
Chasin? for that paper and you see me on that race
What, what, tell her I be goin? first
I be gon? first and they put me in a herse, oh
One big room, full of bad bitches, no
One big room and it?s full of mad bitches
Lana, Lana, tell them what it is
Tell ?em that you doin? it, you mean to do it big
I said, one big room, full of bad bitches, no it?s
One big room and it?s full of mad bitches, I said
Lana, Lana, tell them what it is
Tell ?em when you do it that you only do it big

Uh, uh, catch me ridin? like a bitch
Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin? with my bitch
Uh, long hair, Lana, that?s my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh

Uh, uh, catch me ridin? like a bitch
Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin? with my bitch
Uh, long hair, Lana, that?s my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh

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ASAP ROCKY R-Cali

Welcome to samjacobsauthor Lyrics ASAP ROCKY R-Cali Lyrics, singer by ASAP ROCKY

Niggas pistol popping like it’s 1999
I was 9 maybe 10, then again never mind
Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes
Trap or die, choppin’ pies with cliche’s all in they rhymes
That was Gucci, Prada and anything designer
Money, power, the whole enchilada
Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava
They serve you to your flocka if you disrespect that blocka, blocka
Choppas on eaves droppers, fuck these choppas I’m about it
Grindin’ like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa, yeah you outer but I’m hotter (Right!)
Car jacking, pistol packing, mothafuckin’ choppers clapping
Metal jacket automatic magazines head on traffic
Fenders smashing, windows crashing, pants sagging, fuck your fashion
Yeah a nigga run Manhattan, back in Cali’s where it happen
It’s Gucci, Escada, and anything designer
Groupies, poppers they all gonna swallow
It was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblins
They hating a lot, medulla oblongata

From New York to San Andreas
All around the world
Going back to Cali, I’m going back to Cali

[A$ton Matthews:]
Niggas was whack
I’m really out here boomin on the west side
You know what I’m sayin? Weeest
Me and live ninjas seen death right here lookin out for the enemies
?Cus you all know how we down
?Cus fuck killin these clowns, you said it hah
We getting everything, anything moving, nigga that’s it nigga
Chyeah I’m shootin? I’m shootin at niggas on the side ?cus you already know
Yall folks be yappin this back nigga
Fuck that black nigga slippin’ on the cash, I’ll make that happen with the sawed off

Maserati like Atari with no car keys push to start it
New Bugatti, 2 Bugatti’s, Testarossa blue Ferrari
Lamborghini, system bumping, me no warried, Rastafari
This the hardest supersonic, systematic, too retarded
New Versace, new apartment, bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit Departments, cooler garments, set my goals up to accomplish
Shoot a target cause you the target, moving targets, new accomplish
Kill the game but still regardless, beat the charges, do the honors

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ASAP ROCKY Pussy, Money, Weed

Welcome to samjacobsauthor Lyrics ASAP ROCKY Pussy, Money, Weed Lyrics, singer by ASAP ROCKY

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh

[Asap Rocky – Verse 1]
All I think about is life, nights, sippin? on Sprite
Little codeine, nigga get dough right
Two blonde dikes wanna kiss all night
I just pray to God that the shit go right
Little ugness in the fist, don?t fight
Fuck a dog hoe and the bitch gon? bite
A$AP nigga, sip Cris? all night
So them R Kelly hoes gettin? pissed on twice
Damn, how a young nigga get so nice
Young nigga cold like he sittin? on ice
Fuck broke, tryin? to be rich all life
I could?ve been a criminal and just rolled dice
My nuts hangin?, my top back
Hoes screamin? that pop back
Grown west side, bandana side
A$AP life, gotta pop tags
Harlem world my whole block strapped
Hoes all in my jock strap
My whip white but my top black
And my bitch white, but my cock black
Purple drink, got that
Tell these hoes all to twerk somethin?
Bounce on me, bitch, hurt somethin?
Tell her pop that pussy like it?s worth somethin?
So shawty, she a stunna and daddy, he a runna
Be that pretty mothafucka, you could call me what you wanna
Cause I?m in love with that ass, she in love with the cash
So she shakin? it fast and then makin? the stacks
And I?m takin? it back and I?m takin? her back
To the house just to bust in her mouth and I?m kickin? her out

[Hook]
I don?t need you around
Take a ride to make
Oh no no no, oh no no no
So I say pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Yea-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
That?s all a nigga need (Yea-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Y-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
That?s all a nigga need (Yeah, yeah, y-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed (Yea-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed
All a nigga need (Y-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed (Yea-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed
That?s all a nigga need

[Verse 2]
Smoking out, pouring up
Purple drink up in my cup
Bitches actin? Hollywood
But in my hood they wanna fuck
Purple stuff, yellow tusk
Yellow stuff look like a bust
She look like the type to front
But most likely the type to fuck
Make a buck, catch a nut
This shit be that trill livin?
Show you how the trill get it
Nigga, Pimp C gone, but he still livin?
Cause I?m still sippin? and my grill?s glistenin?
Got me gold grills, shinin? and I?m still tippin?
Cause I?m still pimpin?, but it feel different
Cause it?s trill pimpin?, nigga deal with it
That?s all a nigga need, that?s all a nigga need
Got a bitch up on my shoulder, got another on my sleeve
I said these bitches know my steeze
WV?s, weak in the knees
Got them bitches movin? them keys
Rollin? the weed, duckin? them G?s
Got a bad bitch from Belize, another overseas
If she don?t wear no weave, then her hair down to her knees
Got my wifeys smokin? trees, my bad bitch on that E
But that pussy, money, weed, shit that?s all a nigga need

[Hook]

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ASAP ROCKY Multiply

Welcome to samjacobsauthor Lyrics ASAP ROCKY Multiply Lyrics, singer by ASAP ROCKY

Fuck niggas gon’ multiply
‘Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon’ multiply
‘Fore the real niggas live, fuck niggas won’t multiply
Fuck niggas won’t multiply
Fuck niggas won’t multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

[Juicy J:]
Yeah nigga, it’s your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin’, broke ass, you know what I’m sayin’?
Jealous hatin’ ass niggas out here man, you know what I’m sayin’?
Man these niggas ain’t no real niggas man, know what I’m sayin’?
Man these niggas be smilin’ in your face

Back in the buildin’, sold crack in the livin’ room
Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin’
Doo rag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim
One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don’t sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin’ like he got a bad back, bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin’ in my field
‘Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin’, bangin’ steel and slangin’ krill
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain’t really fuckin’ with that Been Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain’t really into throwin’ shots
But these mothafuckas better give me my props, word to Pac
We’re the reason that these niggas gettin’ throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin’ gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin’ fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he’d tell these hoes and these niggas

Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I…
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon’ multiply
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon’ multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon’ multiply
But if the real niggas live, fuck niggas won’t multiply

I’m the original Balmain badass, nigga
I’m the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don’t get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag nigga

Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin’ with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga
Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that
I’m a trend setter, you ain’t even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at?
Fuck the FCC, tell ’em bleep that
(We ain’t no fashion killas nigga, we fashionable killas
Ya’ll got Flacko)

[‘Pretty Flacko 2’ Snippet:]
3, 6, suck a nigga dick no foreplay
All day, boomin’ out the trap through the hallway
Slow up, Pretty Flacko Jodye
Tell these fuck niggas how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
On the style, gettin’ styled 9 times out of 10
(Y’all got Flacko fucked up)

I’m the motherfuckin’ Lord of this fashion shit
Don’t I deserve just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I’m accurate
My motherfuckin’ swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch
I think back to when pockets packin lint
It’s like a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp
Bitches lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I’m down to ride
Prosper said let’s ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We don’t ever die, we just multiply, bitch

[Juicy J:]
Fake ass niggas, you know what I’m sayin’, these niggas be out here talkin’ ’bout they a street nigga and shit,
man niggas be gettin’ extorted like a mothafucka out here man, you know what I’m sayin’

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ASAP ROCKY Peso

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[Verse 1:]
I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem’s what I’m repping
Tell my nigga sweet the bitching and we gon’ make it in a second
Never disrespected plus I’m well connected
With this coke that I imported, just important as your president
Swagger so impressive and I don’t need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7
Them 6’s, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I’m dressed in
Rolling blunts rolling doobies up, smoking sections
Groupies rush hold they boobies up, in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain’t round my clique for nothing
Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing

[Hook:]
[x2:]
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
Cause everyday we on our pesos {pesos}
[x3:] (Gun cock, gun shot, gonna lick a boy)
Cause everyday we on our pesos

[Verse 2:]
Your bitches said that I’m hot, man I told her I agree
She going really think I’m hot, if I told her my degrees
Pull up in that hard-top, showing off my keys
Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees
Couple A, B, C’s, bad bitch double D
Popping E I don’t give a F, told you I’m a G
A.S.A.P., Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest, my nigga this is what I breath
Inhale, exhale, cocaine X pills
Import, export, Harlem catching wrecks still
So mami show me how that neck feel
Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill

[Hook]

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ASAP ROCKY Holy Ghost

Welcome to samjacobsauthor Lyrics ASAP ROCKY Holy Ghost Lyrics, singer by ASAP ROCKY

Ay, I have a message from the Most High that says
This negra kept his soul from the Devil
It’s true, I guess I mean, wait a minute now
Is your people really that God damn ign’ant? Really? Really?

Church bells and choir sounds, tell ’em, Quiet down
Bow your head, the Most High’s around cocktails
Guys and gals miss me, ties and gowns happen now
My attire sells, how you tryna sound? Stop it now
They ask me why I don’t go to church no more
Cause church is the new club and wine is the new bub
And lies is the new drugs
My sister the next stripper, my brother the next victim
My usher the next tricker
Satan givin’ out deals, finna own these rappers
The game is full of slaves and they mostly rappers
You sold your soul first, then your homies after
Let’s show these stupid field niggas they could own they masters
Holy smokes, I think my pastor was the only folk
To own the Rollie, Ghost and Rolls Royces with no Holy Ghost
And get your shit prepared, face your fears, all you niggas scared
Say your prayers, pray he fit upstairs, it’s our only hope
Church bells and choir sounds, tell ’em, Quiet down
Bow your head, the Most High’s around, Lord
(These things are not right, these things is not right
Hell, nobody’s ever defined)
The pastor had a thing for designer glasses
Yeah, I’m talkin’ fancy plates and diamond glasses
The ushers keep skimmin’ the collection baskets
And they tryna dine us with some damn wine and crackers
Who’s more important than your Lord and Saviour?
Won’t let the pearly gates up in this
Probably do that on your poor behavior
My mentor got a couple tips to save ya
Just be sure to count it as my only favour, thank me later
Uh, every night I stayed up sayin’ prayer, made me greater, uh
Let’s savior chasin’ green for collard greens and baked potatoes
On the table, pray for cable, hit the label, now we major
Ha, I got my own relationship with God, Lord

Holy ghost, I’m on my knees, I’m on my knees
Holy ghost, you’re all I need, you’re all I need
[x2]

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