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Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay, okay A$AP Rocky, nigga Pretty Flacko, nigga A$AP shit, nigga I just want my credit like I'm Soulja Camo like Rambo, big draco 'cross the shoulder I'm fine-tuned on iTunes if you shuffle Test the boy Le Suess like I came to tune your motor Motherfuck a mumble rapper, I'd rather be a mogul Million dollar market deals closin' on my mobile Keep the grass cut, got a phobia for cobra You should low-key fuck the world when I'm vulgar Man, I used to listen to that nigga when I was younger Found out he's a poser when I got a lil' older My bitch used to model for the Vogue, but she older A truce and a foe, sittin' 'round watchin' poker No buns in the oven, or babies in the stroller Just guns in the cupboard, and some ladies comin' over See I'm a pretty boy, manicures with the rollers And babushkas on the head, like grandmothers and the Roman Some women throw me bras, some women throw me roses Might even flash a titty while she on a nigga shoulders They goin' crazy at my shows, she passed out if I noticed her Yeah, we in the buildin' 'til the shit is for foreclosure SongtexteYeah, we not the same, I ain't tryna play it like a lame nigga Switch a gang, switch the beat, like the track that's playin' (That's playin') Ayo (Woo, woo) Bitch, I called you a Uber, and that's the only way I'm giving you payback (Yeah) My shit nasty like that one nigga from A$AP (Shout-out A$AP Nast) Been ill since I was twelve, was Rocky but ended swell Now say Tyler, watch these motherfuckers start ringing bells (Ding-dong) 'Cause I spit fire, and shit cold This shit so mean, nice rocks and I get stones This shit so clean and bright, bold (Yeah) The gold got a grip hold All these Lucky Charms like a thick bowl The diamonds all appraised (Nigga), yeah Y'all go to Avianne and y'all get a lease in that bitch My earlobes got them yellow boogers like I sneezed in that bitch (Achoo) Your 808s is dry, you need to put some grease in that bitch And let it sit, nigga, fuck what you heard (Fuck what you heard) And fuck rap, I make a living off that four-letter word (GOLF WANG) One-stop shop, nigga, just to sell them shoes The profit margins lookin' higher than them airplane views Y'all getting fucked in your deals, and they share that lube I push the cum-colored Beamer and the inside blue (Skrrrt) I push an Elon too, and the 675 The Longtail like the mane that's on A$AP Lou Whips, whips, whips, whips, Kunta started a fight The 720 ordered and I still go ride me a bike But don't follow in yours (Nah), Vill behind me in sight (Yeah) My niggas strictly like 9s, like young Mike and his type (Pew-pew) Rip, you better zip that lip and zip up quick And shit, he'd probably suck my dick then kiss his bitch (Mwah) It's two sides to each coin, I call heads (Heads) Been countin' so much goddamn coin, my palm red (Uh) I spend it on some books and some diamonds that shed light And them hoes shine just like the top of a bald head, nigga Hahahahahaha, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania