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'TKO (Black Friday Remix)' Lyrics - Justin Timberlake ft. ASAP Rocky, J. Cole & Pusha T
Here is TKO (Black Friday Remix) Lyrics by Justin Timberlake Ft. ASAP Rocky, J. Cole & Pusha T

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Blood thicker than water, right?
Fuck bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the fallin' type
Heart blacker than a Harlem night
'Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada
But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that body
Short bus shawty, cause it sure is special
Cole to the rescue, never save a ho
Hoes like to hide their behavior though
Thought you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a couple days ago
I was home alone, next thing I know
That long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tomb got clearer
That's when I seen the shit playin' on your phone
Girl, what is that? A ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man that hype done got you too
Everybody and their momma gassed
Even my momma asked what I'mma do
Decisions, decisions
In case this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me
I don't need you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay Z, bitch
And after all that achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me, bitch?
I'll knock your ass out

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]
TKO - I don't understand it
Tell me how could you be so low?
Been swinging after the bell
And after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt
Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
Dammit, babe...
This ain't the girl I used to know
No, not anymore, TKO

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame motherfuckers lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated
That's the devil ain't it?
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this
Fuck that shit, he that, he black
He don't like blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits
Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch he with
Finished talking shit? Get up off my dick
The nonsense is synonymous
With comments from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention
In my closet is a model chick
Grimmy gothic fits, trapped inside of it
...shit, y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick
The doctor prescribed my shit
Cock it click, click, opposite
Stop and dropin' shit, 'fore poppin' shit
From popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a xanny
Popular for compliments
Make it rain, she pop that shit
It boosts her confidence
Was supposed to stop this shit
But spit like I forgot some shit
Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you
Peep my common sense...

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
JT this like deja vu right?
All this album of the year talk
Niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape
And this cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push
This beach chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch
Until I'm gone and it's etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick
On baby hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, I made her mind
She fall in line and we got some
Memoirs of a millionaire
Even better I'm a reallionaire
Elias skirt, Fendi work
Dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the type of Rollie
Fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle
Diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung
I sold dope where I came from
And it's all dope what I made from it
No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my bowtie
JT up in the three-piece
And we magic baby like showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know
Try to trap her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow
It's lights out, TKO...

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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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'Who’s Gonna Save My Soul (Gnarls Barkley Cover)' Lyrics - ASAP Rocky
Here is Who’s Gonna Save My Soul (Gnarls Barkley Cover) Lyrics by ASAP Rocky

I got some bad news this morning
I can't sing for this ya'll
Which in turn made my day, yeah
When this someone spoke I listened, yeah
All of a sudden has less and less to say, all right.
Oh how could this be
All this time
I lived vicariously.
I can't sing this.

Who's gonna save my soul now?
Who's gonna save my soul now?
I wonder if I live to grow old now?
Getting high 'cause I feel so low now.

And made me feel like somebody
Like somebody else, yeah
Although we were imitated often now
Felt like I was being myself
Oh, how could this be?
All of this time I had to keep shit G
boy I'm on a..I'm sorry ya'll

Who's gonna save my drug now?
Who's gonna blaze my smoke now?

I wonder if I'll be pretty forever ya'll, ocean
Feeling high now I feel so low down

I need the marijuana where the trees, leave the trees,
you're chillin' in the live now and you with me,
ASAP, gotta have to the back
and this white 'cause I got a white color short the match
got a blue trench, chickens on my..
never gave her up, 'cause the clock won't tic,
if mine don't seek, all up in your chicken,
everybody know me, 'cause I'm here take your flexin,
and I love the UK, shoot that you're two pay,
riding round, shoot cargo like new day
and it's a fiasco, that man is an asshole,
and I could get busy but they busy liek rasgo,
and this is off the top, when I'm chillin' in alive loud,
you already know, ain't steppin' in the spot now,
I gotta come, shut it down, up in other town,
I need to beat the loop man, I need another round,
oh, how could you be?
I beat by carriest.. , you're ready?

An' oh who's gonna save my hoes now?
Who's gonna save my soul now?
I wonder if I live to grow older now,
They say I move back so I gotta slow down.

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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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'Pu$$y Money Weed' Lyrics - ASAP Rocky
Here is Pu$$y Money Weed Lyrics by ASAP Rocky

uh, yeah, uh, yeah
uh, yeah, uh

all i think about is life, nights, sippin’ on sprite
little codine, nigga get the 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 ho and the bitch gon’ bite
a$ap nigga, sip cris all night
so them r kelly hoes gettin’ pissed on twice
damn, how a young nigga get so nice
young nigga cold like he sit on ice
fuck broke, tryin’ to be rich all life
i could’ve been a criminal and just rolled dice
my nuts hangin’, my top back
hoes screamin’ that pop back
grown west side, bandana side
a$ap life, gotta pop that
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

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 (y-yeah)
pussy, money, weed (yeah)
that’s all a nigga need (y-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 (y-yeah)
pussy, money, weed
all a nigga need (y-yeah)
pussy, money, weed
pussy, money, weed (y-yeah)
pussy, money, weed
that’s all a nigga need

uh, smokin’, ah, totin’ up
purple drink up in my cup
bitches actin’ hollywood
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

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 (y-yeah)
pussy, money, weed (yeah)
that’s all a nigga need (y-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 (y-yeah)
pussy, money, weed
all a nigga need (y-yeah)
pussy, money, weed
pussy, money, weed (y-yeah)
pussy, money, weed
that’s all a nigga need

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'Bath Salt' Lyrics - ASAP Rocky (Ft. ASAP Ant & Flatbush Zombies)
Here is Bath Salt Lyrics by ASAP Rocky Ft. ASAP Ant & Flatbush Zombies

It’s a plane, it’s a bird, it’s a zombie, hahaha!

The highest high I’m iron tolerable
On my dick… baby, show lies
Blue dream that amazing hoe, that ink is a pyrex
And the coconut baking soda
You’d be the blue flame that create the whole thing
Rap game, crack game, apparently the same thing
If this was 80 something I’d be in jail
Told Gucci link fat wings… ass elbow
Saving every penny tryina get about this hell hole
For my super thugs hustling above the jail bone
Like to better… have your weapon drawn
I get I be scared to death, bitch I’m already gone
Money on my mind, your bitch on my zipper
Breaking up finer of the pounds
See you see… you gonna needs some boots to get as fly as me nigga
Excuse me I’m in the… as high nigga
Fly boots on, the asap mobbing, here to kill switch
Put and end to any problem
Fly boots on, the asap mobbing, here to kill switch
Put and end to any problem

Has and weed, hash in abund
Got weed by the ton
Got blow by the load
If you wanna get thrown, asap got the poke
Shit, 3 flag ass bitches with wings
Double heps and double d’s
High nigga, high living, 3 young ass niggas running shit,
No slipping
Gotta know the game, gotta know the lane, gotta know the pain
No hand outs, ain’t shit easy
Dark shades on my easy e
Got bitches on my minime
And you niggas in the rap game, can’t relate
I’m real pimping, no fornicate
Fuck what you heard, I’m go with A
Smoking great 8, fuck your mixtape
That’s a weedplate
Zombie style, asap, never mind these clowns
I love brains zombie style, never mind these clowns
Truth’s passing the weed, mitch,… asap and the…

I’m a demon triple beamon, paying bitches
Raping on a lisa blood sheets
Creeping for the panties, what the color dannies
Calling pictures, sniffing panties
Really walk the… 3 niggas, one bitch
One clip, one brain, dead girl, off your mind
Leave your brains, on your moms
Razor blades, dipped in bleach, tear your skin to piece
Dump the body in Tennessee, highway getaway
Oj bronco, captain baby drive them off the bridge
Look into my eyes, vivid tears
I see fear, y’all some fucking queers
Grow a fucking beard, I’m sposed to be here
Sposed to be dead, over dose on…
Last cruise, drive by on sight, ride like a bike
For my zombie homies kill tonight

Flap a zombie, asap mobbing
Hit the kill switch I’ll put end to any any problem
Flap a zombie, asap mobbing
Hit the kill switch I’ll put end to any any problem

Asap nigga be aliens, cold blooded niggas reptilian
Acid acid, embians, only fuck a bitch if she lesbian
Treal niggas on the city got the key on lock
Jewels got the jewels, nigga mitch gonn pop
Addie in the caddie with the heat on cock
When a mac go black cause that beat don’t stop nigga
My name is that pretty motherfucker from the land of the lost
Of the gullie in the gutter… mad a toast for the honey and the butter
Only die for 2 thangs, that’s more money and my mother motherfucker
Niggas know my name… niggas know me I keep it 100er
I’ma stunner,… for the summer,…
So run up if you wanna mac in the backpack, right by the macbook
And I rap that harlem, and my zombie nigga straight out of flat bush

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'Baking Soda' Lyrics - All Over Chief (Ft. A$AP Rocky)
Here is Baking Soda Lyrics by All Over Chief Ft. A$AP Rocky

[Hook]
Said I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
So my baby mama, don’t gotta push a stroller
I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
I said said I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
So my baby mama, don’t gotta push a stroller
I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda

And I’m jip jogging, pedaling off the market
Cause sharper than a sharpie knife
The marker but regardless I’m
Chilling on the holly oh, 4 hundred degrees
Boiling on the stove, coming back to me, let’s go
Ain’t nothing in my kitchen
A little warm and hammer
A box of rentals rack, playing call on …
Padi cake, padi cake, let’s make some grands
Shake it in the pot, bring it back
Fast as you can

Said I’m cooking up the baking soda
I need some baking soda
Baby mama, feeling like Melanie Fiona
And she don’t wanna leave
But she gotta stay
Co drop at the top, yelling patty jay
Heat up the block, I make it radiate
Clear voice, gps, tryina navigate
Her baby daddy make, more than them other niggas
So what? So we can give a fuck about them other niggas

[Hook]
Said I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
So my baby mama, don’t gotta push a stroller
I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
I said said I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
So my baby mama, don’t gotta push a stroller
I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda

Hey, I said I whip it like roasted
Riding with a boss bitch
Gang color…you can call it chocolate
Trim yellow Porsche is you can call it cautious
Go down …
Haters get coasted, you can call them noxious
5 pound, break it down, caking off the chocolate
Baking soda frost in, whipping off this all shit…
Chilling with some twins like the Austins, is awesome
Looking at the watch and then they wonder what it costing?
Nigga I be flossing, tell me why I talk shit
Pushing groveers, never strobers, tell me why you walking?
Nigga what you talking, this bullshit is nonsense
It ain’t bout them money, then it’s way above the contents
And I whip that …like I was born without a conscience
Ripping it whole, ripping it whole…

[Hook]
Said I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
So my baby mama, don’t gotta push a stroller
I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
I said said I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
So my baby mama, don’t gotta push a stroller
I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda

I’m living that life, and I’m so fly
Man I’m living that life
And I’m so fly
Man I’m living that life, life, life
And I’m so fly, fly, fly
That life, and I’m so fly

Bake me a cake as fast as you can
Roll it, pat it, mark with the beat
Put it in the oven for the baby and me

[Hook]
Said I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
So my baby mama, don’t gotta push a stroller
I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
I said said I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
So my baby mama, don’t gotta push a stroller
I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda.

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'Hot Thing' Lyrics - Usher (Ft. A.S.A.P. Rocky)
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Chorus:
Hot thing, hot thing
Hot thing, hot thing
Hot thing
What’s up with it?
Hot thing
What’s up with it?
Hot thing
What’s up with it?

Shawty got a body that jeans can’t hold
And she moving like she read everything from the pole
And she loved to party, number one hobby
Out till the morning, better ask somebody

Talk to the girl, talk to the one, oh
What will happen to you, what she gonna sound
Tell her to get up, tell her you hit the ground, oh, oh
Gonna face time, see if she’s down

She’s a girl from the future, says she’s sick and tired up
Oh, oh, so so all can hit the road
Many… if you know

Chorus:
Cause she’s a hot thing, hot thing
Hot thing, hot thing
Hot thing
What’s her bootie?
Hot thing
What’s her bootie?
Hot thing
What’s her bootie?
She’s so…

Seen her amazing, she stopped and posed
When she seen the green one she just go, go, go
Like a… in Bugatti, got money in your pocket
That makes you really pop, you really pop a body

Talk to the girl, talk to the one, oh
What will happen to you, what she gonna sound
Tell her to get up, tell her you hit the ground, oh, oh
Gonna face time, see if she’s down

She says you most have money in your wallet so the thing don’t fall
And this is credit cards…
Now you only know what you know
For real, she’s a hot thing,

Chorus:
Hot thing,hot thing
Hot thing
What’s her bootie?
Hot thing
What’s her bootie?
Hot thing
What’s her bootie?

She’s young hot thing, baby lemme cool off
GQ status wouldn’t fuck me with my suit off
She a fashion killer and you know I am a show hog Christin Louboutins red bottoms give me blue balls
She f**k me like she know me,
and f**k me like she owed me
She told me then she showed me,
then she… like she lonely
All for the love, for the holly matrimony
But I’m pretty like Tony, and I’m pimping like…
Hi, hi how are you doing, I’m the…
..cause we’re running with the flame
She a hot girl, so she running with the name
Drop, drop it like it’s hot, one more thing…
Go Nicki Minaj flow when I hit the..
If you let me menaj, I’ll take you to sea ocean

Talk to the girl, talk to the one, oh
What will happen to you, what she gonna sound
Tell her to get up, tell her you hit the ground, oh, oh
Gonna face time, see if she’s down

She said don’t really… get me out of control
Baby, you stop this
It’s my show!
Just take a little, I’m good to go
.. hot thing, hot thing, hot thing
I like them girl with the bootilicious hot thing..

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'Big Spender' Lyrics - Theophilus London (Ft. ASAP Rocky)
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[Hook]
Good lookin’, so refined
Say wouldn’t you like to know whats going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see
Hey Big Spender
Spend, a little time with me

[Verse 1: Theophilus London]
This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie
All these girls be raunchy, like let me see your peen homie
She tryna cause a scene, but I’m in Paris with my team
Walking slow like I’m on lean, damn a nigga jewelry look so clean
I occasionally ball in Lanvin, I ain’t talking ’bout Jim Jones
Nigga, I’m talking ’bout hooping up, expensive shirt, breaking bones
Fuck yo Rolex, roll up homie, roll that kush, blow that homie
Oh stop that, the po-po on me, uh shit out the window
We just getting saucy in Aussie, we bossy
Tryna bring back the term bling bling cause we flossy
You brought snapbacks back, well that’s a cool accomplishment
I’m on the other side, on another globe on a conference

[Hook]

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck that shit I’m too throwed, pretty nigga my jewels gold
Pinky ring and my tooth gold, your main bitch is my new hoe
Boss nigga like Hugo, Rolex or the Hublot
Niggas taking my screw flow, they tryna jack it like new clothes
Purple drank make me move slow, same shit, different day
Spanish bitch, she sniffing yay, she say (Yuuup!) that Trigga Trey
Like hit that strip, I’m flipping yay, like fuck that shit, I’m getting paid
I fuck that bitch, I’m getting laid, I hope that bitch go different ways
I get ‘em wild, I’m getting by, tell ‘em roll that shit, I’m getting high
I’m tipping low, I’m sitting high, this young Harlem motherfucker getting fly
Purple lean, purple weed, got that shit, nigga what you need?
Me and Theo had a trio with these bitches from Belize

[Hook]
Good lookin’, so refined
Say wouldn’t you like to know whats going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point-

[Verse 3: Theophilus London]
Fuck that
Home boy, I’m never home, I’m not even in my continent
In a town, I can’t pronounce this shit, this is more than confidence
Fuck your continental breakfast, you incompetent
My nickname International, my accent changed by accident
It’s Soho House put your phone away, I don’t give a fuck who ya protege
I’m from Brooklyn, I fuck with Jay, time to time, I chill with ‘Ye
? nigga they ? so fly like oh my gosh
Yea, we selling out girls, girls money yelling out
Planking cause they bored, nigga need a new hobby, need a new body
You the biter, you the new hottie, you a stylist, wait in my lobby
Nigga dance like Bobby, tryna get like 2 cribs for my mommy
That ain’t guap, bitch that’s wasabi, tell ? I’m the face of Tommy

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It’s like Swizzy blowin up a doobie
Tell a bitch she like me, rolling with my crew
And I’m like Kool G Rap chillin in a coupe with a
What? And I get a uh?
You know I got that camouflage on
And I came to war, bring your guns on
And I’m a full foot long like a footlong
From Subway, remember my young days
I’m too on!

Through the glisten and glamours
We pose for the cameras
Ghetto niggas with me, they pose with their hammers
Ghetto girls with me, pink toes in the sandals
No dirty laundry, get your nose out my hamper!
Clothes in my hamper? Bathing Ape camouflage
Brands from Japan, you would think I was a samurai
Drop top, Jeremy Scott pants, rich as Hammertime
Getting dirty money but I keep my hands sanitized
Shout out to my mom, give props to my pops
Cause my dad made this muthafuckin swag that I got
Niggas getting mad cause we brag to the top
You mad cause you you, I’m glad that we…not

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life is what you make it
they say time is money
if that's the case
i don't got neither for your broke ass

life is such a dark image that i can't dream
i used to give these hard visions, in my near teens
yea i'm getting dirty money, but my hands clean
making money stretch, ben frank pull a ham string
another get rich quick hair brain scheme
just so we can shine like sterling
time goes on, consider me the new guy
walking in the office, brief case and a new tie
rocky is the flyest on the banner when i cruise by
(how fly is he) the motherfucker too fly
shit change mane, act yo age not your shoe size
last of the dying breed, the game got her tubes tied
niggas selling true lies, i'm all about the mula
stressful, so every now and then i gotta woo sah
bout to turn it up, see i'm hot as fuckin' july
smooth suede shoes, i'm busta rhymes yelling "woo hah!!!"!
snacks on the menu, it's best we continue
asap turn up events in the venue
and these fucking critics do their best to offend you
they don't care about your dress, and your veteran credentials
motherfuck em' all, motherfuck em' all
we only shop boutiques, like motherfuck a mall
and i'm bright as stars, fresh as death in these mcqueens
my outfit is deceased, alexander rest in peace and i'm gone

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verse 1 - david banner]
hello it’s mr. david banner, yo’ bitch beater
i suggest that you don’t kiss or hug her, and don’t eat her
i run dmc’s in this bitch in my adidas
i was chosen to expose who you chose as a leader
yes i’m fresh like a rose picked from the garden of eden
i stepped out the rolls, my game rose like easter
i got a couple bitches that’s painted like mona lisa
i fuck ‘em at my leisure and i never touch my visa
so ghetto, my kicks so retro, got nuts like a rhino, call them mark echo
you know i ain’t braggin’, i’m just sayin’
i know y’all said it too, cause y’all niggas playin’
bitch

[hook - david banner]
and bitch i’m tall as yao ming
and bitch i’m tall as yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy

[verse 2 - 2 chainz]
lets make a toast to the breadwinner
i am so damn hot i done scared winter
life a beach, i done dance with her
all up in the sand with her
try to get up in the bed with her
and put my third leg in her
uh, i’ve been pumpin’ pussy like gas nigga
got my fo’fo’, you’ll get 8 like math nigga
still use a shoe box for my stash nigga
money so tall you gon’ need a giraffe with ya
yeah, self esteem high like 26
you can catch me gettin’ high with like 20 bitches
takin’ plenty pictures, yeah you know i’m camera ready
i’m about to wax that ass, i got my candle ready

[hook - david banner]
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
and bitch i’m tall as yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
and bitch i’m tall as yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy

[verse 3 - asap rocky]
it's mister pretty muthafucka
bitch i am the trill man
spit that gangsta boogie
in my zone, but they still dance
them raiders be like haters
we the trill clan, no the real clan
think where you got your style from
you niggas old as my lil man
cause i'm ready to go
she next to blow
like her fat ass, baby flexible
got a gallery with collectibles
i pay my taxes, eat my vegetables
i'm texas throwed, my necklace gold
keep a bad bitch, couple naked hoes
a couple of deals with no records sold
that comma comma decimal
grippin and spittin that tech
come for respect
trippin, i'm flippin your neck
all on my set when i'm pitchin' and flippin' that wet
then the dealers feelin' a threat
shawty dancin' got a whole lot of ass on her
she don't like to jig it, nigga i'mma pass on her
i said i'm off of the hook
she open off of my looks
i got her braiding my hair
i got her rolling my kush
i told her i am a crook
because her heart's what i took
holla if you need a job lil mama
it's off of the books

[hook - david banner]
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
and bitch i’m tall as yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
and bitch i’m tall as yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
yao ming

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[intro]
crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
feelin’ lit feelin’ light, 2 am summer night. hands on the wheel. fuck that
[verse 1]
life for me is just weed and brews
see the hoes flock to you when your name is q
am i over-faded? hell yeah it’s true
turn a beat on, ain’t no limit to what i can do
see this top dawg in heat, but i’m a fuck the world
i’mma be on tunes ’til god re-furls
you sat me down, i’m still tryna get higher
you looked at me stupid when i twisted the fire
meanwhile my nigga drunk as fuck
a nigga fucked up, we all fucked up
you done fucked up, i brought more blunts
smoke back to up, you niggas know what’s up
too damn high, can’t stand myself
i love drunk driving, man i’m something else
heat on my side, you’re more than welcome to melt
i’m ’bout to finish a pound, you’re more welcome to help
[hook]
weed and brews, weed and brews
life for me is just weed and brews
weed and brews, weed and brews
life for me is just weed and brews
i fucked her once, then i could fuck her twice
yeah, you heard me right, i might fuck tonight
i fucked her once, then i could fuck her twice
yeah, you heard me right, i might fuck tonight
hands on the wheel. uhuh fuck that

[verse 2: asap rocky]
wait hold up, back in this motherfuckin’ bitch once again
it’s the pretty motherfucker with a 40 ounce of brew
my nigga q and we drunker than a bitch
we gettin’ millis motherfucker yeah, uh
nigga weed and brews, unbelieveable
got a freak or two, in my vehicle
got the purple drink, got the yellow drink
then we mix it up, call it pikachu
with a little bit of crack, little bit of dope
little bit of smoke, little coke
little weed, when they on them pills
little bit of e, little bit of shrooms
little bit of deuce, what it do, hand on the wheels
and i keep the illest, trillest bitches while i’m swaggin’ it
crush a bit, little bit, that’s my pursuit of happiness
[hook]
[verse 3]
if i fucked her once, then i could fuck her twice
if i fucked her twice, i might change her life
if i change her life she might hit my weed
we could have her some and we could run off with three
her, mary and me, i’ll keep it strictly g
my philosophy upon living right
nigga weed and brews, hit that every night
and her pussy nice cause i fight the bitch
beat it down and shit, i be clowning with
black hippy crew, how swag am i
be the reason why, she wanna drown my dick
but i sup a lot, she a super-drive
no paper planes, the bangers are fly
don’t act surprised, too much loc inside
let’s get stupid high, to where i can’t reply
love smokin’ dope, i won’t compromise
[hook]

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[Intro: ASAP Rocky]
You know what this is
It’s a celebration bitches
Grab a drink, grab a glass
After that I grab your ass

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Bitch I hustle every day, you could check my resumé
Bad Spanish bitch, one kiss’ll take your breath away
I could bag your girl in a broken down Chevrolet
Swag through the talk and I ain’t even gotta decorate
I was 21 when I bought my mom a condo
A guitar and a gift card down at Costco’s
It’s a cold winter when it’s blowing past my goggles
Penthouse, top floor, window with the gargoyle
Performance down at Santos, Phantom suicide doors
Paparazzi slide-shows, showers with the slide doors
One night, five shows, two-seater, five hoes
Eyes closed, I can see them hating through the blindfolds
Niggas better switch it if the business ain’t the convo
I’m all about my chicken nigga you could call me Roscoe’s
If I wasn’t spitting I’d be probably flipping waffles
I suppose God knows I coulda been a snot-nose
DAMN

[Hook x2]
Get money every day (Every night we celebrate)
Get money every day (Every night we celebrate)
Bitch I hustle every day (Every night we celebrate)
Every night we celebrate, Every night we celebrate

[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]
Fuck is all the talk about? Fuck these niggas talking ’bout?
Shit I know it sucks cuz we the only thing to talk about
I been down to ATL, I seen how they walk it out
Cali Crip Walk it out, show ‘em what New York about
What these niggas hating for? Fuck these niggas hating on?
I’m what they debating for, I’m what they been waiting on
Out there tryna take it slow but taking slow been taking long
Know I’m on the paper trail until I get my paper long
When I’m in the kitchen, catch me with my apron on
And it’s back to business, ASAP is where they belong
And we on the grind, that’s until I get my paper long
See your nigga’s face every time you turn your cable on
Mami why your leggings on, face down ass out?
Tylenol and codeine got a nigga ’bout to pass out
Catch me on a grind and now a nigga ’bout to cash out
Get money, hella cake, every night we celebrate

[Hook]

[Bridge]
When the boys roll, pull up on the block
Still we hustle, cuz we run the spot
I’ll be on my grind, every night dawg
‘Til the coffin close, and my lights off

I hit ‘em up, like my name’s Shakur
Count my dividends, I’m allergic to poor
I hit ‘em up, like my name’s Shakur
Stack my paper up, I’m above the law

I hit ‘em up

[Hook]

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Bitch I’m me, bitch I’m me, bitch I’m me
I’m ceo, I’m ceo
I’m young and strapped like Charlie

Catch me posted on 1 40 if you’re…
My … is all about they bizness
Ice in my grill, my jeweler is my dentist
Got a neck full of carrots and a pocket full of spinach
But tell me what’s for dinner, y’all niggas is beginners
You fucking with them losers and my team full of winners
D’s on that bitch, we never ride..
My verse down south even if it ain’t…
And I’m a skinny nigga, but to see if my show’s real
Walk to the club, ugly mug like hell rell
Mike’s in my palm on my arm like ll
I’ma put the city on my back like…
King kong in the trunk beat you 12-12
That’s a 12 gauge handed by the 12th grade
And I’m from Harlem so you know we fly high
… you rolling with a fly guy, cause

Bitch I’m me, bitch I’m me, bitch I’m me
I’m ceo, I’m ceo
I’m young and strapped like Charlie
Bitch I’m me, bitch I’m me, bitch I’m me
I’m ceo, I’m ceo.

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