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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 Trilla

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

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Pass the pass the pass the muthafuckin swisher
Pour some muthafuckin liquor
For my muthafuckin niggas
Who ain’t with us, keep it trilla
My gold teeth, my french braids,
Gettin’ throwed since 10th grade
Wealth is in the mind not the pocket
If that’s the case, then I been paid

Herringbone Chain
My gold frames
My Cartiers
You small change
You bitch made
I’m old school
Like dempstars and switch blades
I spit game
I get paid
I pimp game, my pimp
I be that pretty muthafucka, ASAP is just my nickname

[Screwed:]
I’m coming down when I’m tippin on them 4’s
Cause we shittin on we shittin on these niggas and these hoes

Cause that purp shit, I sip up
Your big shows, you slipped up
I get-get my dick licked
I’m draped out and drip dripped up

Top of the top of the line
All on my grind, purple be easing my mind
They runnin and they runnin we gunnin we gunnin
We gonna hit one at a time-time

Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I’m real though

[Verse 2: ASAP Twelvy]
All theses boppers wanna bop em
Niggas wanna jock em
Not a red light horus city cop that can stop em

Going broke is not an option
Always on that cash flow
She used to call me ass hole
Now she drop that ass low

Fuck it man, I’m past doe
Sour diesel, stash coke
ASAP, we the last hope
Fuck it, dis my fast flow

I slow it down, I pick it up
Blue jeans, I rip em up
That’s swag, bitch
You mad, bitch
See you in my past bitch

I’m headed to the future
Twelvy ain’t no loser
Mixing up that syrup
Call it Punky Brewster?

I’m slurring, wassup
Don’t tell me to shut up
I ain’t tryna start shit
But man, I’m really fucked up

I lucked up, I see it as a come up
I’m on my job man, I’ll see you when the sun’s up
Young niggas run everything
ASAP to the top and these bitches love everything

[Verse 3: ASAP Nast]
God bless America, my flow is scarier
Style wild like my nigga Common after Erykah

Yo bitch, I’m in bed with her
Head so good, make a nigga feel good
‘Till the point I wanna marry her

But I be on my pimpin shit
Check out my limp ‘need shit
I be gettin money gettin money, can you dig it bitch

Ho get on my pimpin ship, all aboard all aboard
East coast muthafuckas makin all the noise all the noise

I know you niggas heard of us
Raff Simon murderers
Fashion killa, word to bigga boss I never heard of ya

Still sippin, candy painted whips is what I’m sittin in
Kitchen Kim is whippin up that shit to get these bitches here

New York nasty flow t
That’s a little bit of crack mixed in with a 5th of hen
Businessmen, middle finger to your fuckin buisiness, man

Ray Da Vinci shit?
Rollercoaster, take a flick of this
Motion picture shit
Bitch I grind like a skater do
Always strive and prosper
A new level we gon take it to

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ASAP ROCKY Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

Welcome to samjacobsauthor Lyrics ASAP ROCKY Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2 Lyrics, singer by ASAP ROCKY

Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links?
Got me reminiscin’ ’bout my old day
Three 6 suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin’ out the trap through the hallway
Tell me what you niggas know about it
Auntie sayin’ turn it down, or she finna call the cops
We be plottin’ on the ops, she the one who got the drop
Just a free, quick fix, to the A and it’s okay
They gon’ take me back to my old ways
I was tryna chill, poppin’ seals ever since I got a deal
Kick it with my model chick
Sip Cris, fuck niggas wanna diss
Now I gotta let ’em know whose really trill

[Hook:]
Lord 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
It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye

I ain’t never lookin’ for no handouts
Broke ass niggas never helpin’ but they hands out
Find out where the fuck nigga live then we camp out
Screamin’ fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down
Always been a stand up guy, I’d rather stand out
Raf Simmons, Stan Smith edition with my bands out
I’m the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands down
If a nigga put his hands on me, that’s a man down
Trick what? Pimps up, hoes down
Woah now, slow down
See they runnin’ with my old style
Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin’ with my old style
It’s a shame how they low down
Dirty like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh
Trappin’ through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh
Turnin’ off phones, just to reach ’em, gotta beep ’em
I’m a Lord motherfucker, better greet him if you see him

[Hook]

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