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'Max Julien' Lyrics - ASAP Rocky (Ft. ASAP Ferg)
Here is Max Julien Lyrics by ASAP Rocky Ft. ASAP Ferg

[Intro: ASAP Rocky]
Hello it’s the mack, sit back and relax
As we chat on ways to make a couple stacks off your snatch
Hold up here’s the catch: you might have to hit the track
Take a loss, make it back, if you get caught, bitch, shut your trap

[Hook: ASAP Rocky]
(All my life… I’ve been waiting for your love)
(All those nights… I lusted for the drugs)
Tell that bitch I need money…
Bitch I need money…
I need money, bitch I need money…
I need money, bitch I need money…
I need money…
Tell that bitch I need money…
Tell that bitch I need money…
Money make the motherfucking world go round…
No, money make your motherfucking girl go down…

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Town, riding round, I’m getting it
Two chains on like I’m Tity
Versace shades like I’m Biggie
Them twenties, fifties and Benjis
These bitches all in my business
I mack ‘em then I act stingy
I never slip with my pimpin’
When I holler, come and get with me, huh?
Drizzy, huh? Swizzy, huh?
Prada, Gucci and Fendi
Which only means that you fancy
My trillest bitches is trendy
She tipsy off of that Crissy
My pimping never been friendly
She fell in love cause I’m pretty
She love me more than her family, huh?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: ASAP Ferg]
I need new bait, grandpa need a toupee
Mama need some new weave
Get her hair done with new braids
So bitch give me moneys
Stop dickin’ around like you paid
Needed that grip like today
Better hit that strip like two today
Better hop in that whip with the coochie
Then she lick-lick to the new king
Them niggas be ballin’ like 2K
Better suck that dick ’til Tuesday
Better get them checks ‘fore its too late
It’s a new bad bitch with a booty
Whose suckin and fuckin for Kool-Aid
And keeping that pimp in a new Range
Oh lord…

[Hook]

[Bridge]
What? I ain’t tryna fuck
Make a, make a buck
Every nigga in the world wanna live it up
Give it, give it up
Trill, bitch don’t give a fuck
And she get a pimp nigga like me rich as fuck

[Outro]
(All my life… I’ve been waiting for your love)
(All those nights… I lusted for the drugs)
Tell that bitch I need money…
Bitch I need money…

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'Ghetto Symphony' Lyrics - ASAP Rocky (Ft. Gunplay & ASAP Ferg)
Here is Ghetto Symphony Lyrics by ASAP Rocky Ft. Gunplay & ASAP Ferg

[Intro]
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entree, gin and juice thats Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way
Pussy on a sunday, fitness on a monday
My new crib came with feng shui
And my closet is like a runway
Come be fiancee, she fuck me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge
Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Boogie ass bitch made wait to fuck for two days
Finally got it today, swear to god my mood changed
Top off like toupes, drop off, touche
Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a nigga G
Riding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Whippin whitney, my mama as a witness
Bitches Lickin' and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle
She know it's dismissal
Spread the news I'm official
Now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive
Forget it, war ready, already tested
Tears and blood invested
‘Til my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down the lonely mile, phony smile
Warrants, police on me now, still touring
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain, in it's purest form
Don't complain I came to reign
From here forward, still noid
So crib got clear doors
Burning planes in my air force
And all I can see is clear ports

[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg]
Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna kill em' like Big Boi
These rappers is all my entrée,
Eat em' like cookies, chips ahoy
Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed
Know a couple niggas that I’d kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Body get found by a lil' fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a roid
Smoke punch make a nigga trip collide
Quit talkin' fast, you could grip the nine
Damn, look at how the hollow tip hit his spine
And the motherfuckers come in to cry
You niggas have a sour dipped in wine
Guess that’s why the ground sip the wine
Pourin liq so I soak in different shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul gets cold, all my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies
Tryina come with this for their freakin lives
How many times in your eyes has a nigga died?
Never!
Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga

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