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WHY I KILLLED THE BEAT LIKE THIS

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 Usually 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 her 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) Yeah, 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$AP Been ill since I was 12, was Rocky but ended swell Now say Tyler, watch these motherfuckers start ringing bells (ding-dong) 'Cause I spit fire, and shit cold, this shit so mean, nice rocks and I get stones This shit so clean and bright, bold (yeah), the gold got a grip hold All these Lucky Charms like a thick bowl, the diamonds all appraised (nigga), yeah Y'all go to Avianne and y'all get a lease in that bitch My earlobes got them yellow boogers like I sneezed in that bitch (Achoo) Your 808s is dry, you need to put some grease in that bitch and let it sit, nigga Fuck what you heard and fuck rap, I make a living off that four-letter word (GOLF) One-stop shop, nigga, just to sell them shoes The profit margins lookin' higher than them airplane views Y'all getting fucked in your deals, and they share that lube I push the cum-colored Beamer and the inside blue (skrrt) I push an Elon too, and the 675, the long tail, like the mane that's on A$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 Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah

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