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Pass-pass-pass, the mothafuckin' Swisher, pour some motherfuckin' liquor
For my motherfuckin' niggas who ain't wit' us, keep it trilla'
For my gold teeth, my french braids, getting 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 b***h made, I'm old school, like gem stars and switchblades
I spit game, I get paid, a pimp game
I bet I be that pretty motherfucker, A$AP is just my nickname
(I'm comin' down when I'm tippin' on them 4's)
('Cause we shittin' on these, shittin' on these niggas and these hoes)
'Cause that purp s**t I sip up, your b***h chose, you slipped up
I get-get my d**k licked, I'm draped out, drip-dripped up
Top of the top of the line, all on my grind, purple be easin' my mind
We runnin', we runnin', we gunnin', we gunnin'
We're gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm real though, ah
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Ah, yeah, ah
All these boppers wanna bop 'em, niggas wanna jock 'em
Not a red light or a city cop that can stop 'em
Going broke is not an option, always on that cash flow
She used to call me asshole, now she drop that ass low
Fuck it man I'm past dope, sour diesel slash coke
A$AP we the last hope, f*ck it this my fast flow
I slow it down, I pick it up, blue jeans I rip 'em up
That's swag b***h, you mad b***h, see you in my past b***h
I'm headed to the future, Twelvyy 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 f****d up
I lucked up, I see it as a come up
I'm on my job man, I see you when the sun's up
Huh, young niggas run everything
A$AP to the top and these bitches love everything
God bless America, my flow is scarier
Style wild like my n***a Common after Erykah
Your bitch, I'm in bed with her, head so good
Make a n***a feel good to the point I wanna marry her
But I be on my pimping s**t, check out my limp and s**t
I be getting money, getting money, can you dig it, bitch?
Hoes get on my pimping ship all aboard, all aboard
East coast mothafuckas making all the noise, all the noise
I know you niggas heard of us, Raf Simon murderers
Fashion killa' word to Bigga Bars, I never heard of ya
Still sipping candy, painted whips is what I'm sitting in
Kitchen chemist whipping up that s**t that get these bitches in
New York Nasty flow, that's a little bit of crack mixed in with a fifth of Hen
Businessman, middle finger to your f*****g business, man
Great adventure shit, rollercoasting take a flick of this
Motion picture shit, b***h I grind like a skater do
Always strive and prosper, Rock what level we gon' take it to?
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