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A$AP Mob
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Gotham City
[ASAP Ferg]
Point em out where he at Chrome .9 point the mac Sit him down, in the trap Four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! ASAP where it's at Real niggas all black Sip lean so relax Point em out where he at Chrome .9 point the mac Sit him down in the trap Four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! ASAP where it's at Real niggas all black Cozy boy so relax
Young Trap Lord, diamonds and fur Ride or die boy nigga get murked Pull a 9 boy he played with the dirt Layin' on who ? Sleep in the earth She feel on my clothes, she lifting her skirt She say she love coke, she sniffin the work Semi auto Tec, guns go flur Bang bang bang ...
She wanting my body, pursuing my colleagues Versace, my eyelids but it Yves Saint-Laurent me Twelvy in Huraches and Margiela on Rocky Yohji Yamamoto for Ty Nast and Ty Beats
Fuck bitches that's on me Wack bitches move kindly Last niggas of a dying breed Yeah me, myself, and Irene Niggas hear them sirens When that fo' fif' and that 9 squeeze China bitch sip sake While I chop that ass with that Tommy
Point em out where he at Chrome .9 point the mac Sit him down, in the trap Four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! ASAP where it's at Real niggas all black Sip lean so relax Point em out where he at Chrome .9 point the mac Sit him down in the trap Four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! ASAP where it's at Real niggas all black Cozy boy so relax
[ASAP Twelvyy]
We all want that Meech money Gold grill make ya speak funny My eyes open cause the streets hungry A new Jack fuckin' G-money Niggas dead over sneak money Shit ain't sweet honey The streets love me right here is in the peach rugby I go hard cause the niggas thought the least of me I'm in the hell yeah that bitch made a beast of me while your bitch make a feast of me I'm a greedy nigga stuff in my face Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches yeah them stuck in my ways Bout to turn 23 but I give zero fucks Niggas wanna sign me tell them niggas zero up Wussup ?
[ASAP Ferg]
Point em out where he at Chrome .9 point the mac Sit him down, in the trap Four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! ASAP where it's at Real niggas all black Sip lean so relax Point em out where he at Chrome .9 point the mac Sit him down in the trap Four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! ASAP where it's at Real niggas all black Cozy boy so relax
[ASAP Nast]
It's the pistol poppin' business nigga mind ya own Expensive taste in guns, shorty's coppin' chrome I'm in love with a chopper doe Him 'em, get 'em, split 'em Turn a fuck nigga into a bowl of pasta dog I'm not at all A nigga to fuck with hammer biscuit down on a musket middle finger up to the bitch fuck shit ?? Run shit ?? Nothing ?? young niggas run this
[ASAP Ferg]
Point em out where he at Chrome .9 point the mac Sit him down, in the trap Four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! ASAP where it's at Real niggas all black Sip lean so relax Point em out where he at Chrome .9 point the mac Sit him down in the trap Four pound for the strap Big guns go BRAP! ASAP where it's at Real niggas all black Cozy boy so relax
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