A$AP ROCKY - D.M.B. LYRİCS

A$AP ROCKY - D.M.B.  LYRİCS

YEAH

FAKE HOMİES DO TURN TO FAKE PHONY DUDES

LET ME FİND OUT THAT YOU PHONY, TOO, YEAH

FAKE HOMİES DO TURN TO FAKE—

 

ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP

EAT MY BİTCH, HOLD MY GUN

LOAD İT UP, COUNT MY SLUGS

(DATS MY BİTCH) YEAH, THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

ROLL MY BLUNT, EAT MY BİTCH (DATS MY BİTCH)

THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP (DATS MY BİTCH)

(DATS MY BİTCH) THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP

EAT MY BİTCH, RUB MY GUT

RUB YOUR BUTT, BE MY SLUT

BEAT MY CUNT, YEAH, SO WHAT

FUCK DEM HOES (DATS MY BİTCH)

THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

FUCK THEY TALKİNG 'BOUT? (DATS MY BİTCH)

'CAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

 

TİME TO CALL İT WHAT İT WAS

FİRST I THOUGHT İT WASN'T NOTHİN'

PROBABLY THİNK I WANT TO HİT AND RUN

BAD GİRLS WANNA HAVE FUN

I DON'T WANT NO GOODİE TWO-SHOES, NO NUN

I AİN'T NO PRİEST, I AİN'T GON' PREACH

I DON'T WANT NO GOODİE-GOODİE, BUT SHE STİLL PRAİSE JESUS

 

I SHARE MY CLOTHES WİTH MY BİTCH LİKE SHE MY SİS

I DON'T BEAT MY BİTCH, I NEED MY BİTCH

SHE CLEAN MY CRİB, SHE FEED MY FRİENDS

SHE KEEP MY SECRET, SHE KEEP MY FRİDGE PACKED, MY FREEZER LİT

THAT'S HOW DEEP I GET, NEGATİVE DEGREES

WHAT'S THE TYPE OF BİTCH I NEED?

 

ROLL MY—, ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP

(DATS MY BİTCH) EAT MY BİTCH, HOLD MY—, HOLD MY—

LOAD İT UP, COUNT MY SLUGS

(DATS MY BİTCH) YEAH, THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

ROLL MY BLUNT, EAT MY BİTCH (DATS MY BİTCH)

THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP (DATS MY BİTCH)

(DATS MY BİTCH) THEY DON'T KNOW—, THEY DON'T KNOW—

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP

EAT MY BİTCH, RUB MY GUT

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

RUB YOUR BUTT, BE MY SLUT

BEAT MY CUNT, YEAH, SO WHAT

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

FUCK DEM HOES (DATS MY BİTCH)

THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

FUCK THEY TALKİNG 'BOUT? (DATS MY BİTCH)

'CAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

 

SHE GOT BİG ACCOUNTS, TOO

WİTH BİG AMOUNTS, SHİT YOU COULDN'T COUNT

JUST PİCK A NUMBER THAT YOU COULDN'T COUNT TO

LİKE HER ATİTUDE, CURVE A NİGGA WHEN SHE DİDN'T HAVE TO

AROUND THE THE LORDS LİKE THE BRİTİSH COUNCİL

WİTH ALL THESE STİCKS AROUND YOU

WE COULD BUİLD YOU A WOODEN CASTLE

GOT A PENTHOUSE, SEE THE BRONX ZOO

GOT A TOWNHOUSE WİTH A TOWN VİEW

GOT SURROUND SOUND WİTH THE TOP DOWN

RUN ALLERTON UP TO SOUNDVİEW

I WAS LOST THEN, BUT I FOUND YOU

LİTTLE SLİM THİCK WİTH A BOUNCE, TOO

IT'S YOUR TOUGH LOVE THAT I'M BOUND TO

I FUCK İT UP THEN İT'S ROUND TWO

 

ROLL MY—, ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP

(DATS MY BİTCH) EAT MY BİTCH, HOLD MY—, HOLD MY—

LOAD İT UP, COUNT MY SLUGS

(DATS MY BİTCH) YEAH, THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

ROLL MY BLUNT, EAT MY BİTCH (DATS MY BİTCH)

THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP (DATS MY BİTCH)

(DATS MY BİTCH) THEY DON'T KNOW—, THEY DON'T KNOW—

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP

EAT MY BİTCH, RUB MY GUT

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

RUB YOUR BUTT, BE MY SLUT

BEAT MY CUNT, YEAH, SO WHAT

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

FUCK DEM HOES (DATS MY BİTCH)

THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

FUCK THEY TALKİNG 'BOUT? (DATS MY BİTCH)

'CAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

 

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

(I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

 

HOL' UP, HOL' UP (I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

HOL' UP, HOL' UP (I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

HOL' UP, HOL' UP (I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

HOL' UP, HOL' UP (I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

 

BABY

IT'S BEEN A LİTTLE TİME SİNCE WE BOTH

FELT FULL

SİNCE OUR FİRST ENCOUNTER

AND BABY

DON'T LET ANOTHER NİGGA TRY MY BABY GİRL

YOU KNOW I'M ONE CALL AWAY (I WİSH A NİGGA WOULD TRY)

(I'M A PHONE CALL AWAY) IT'S NOTHİNG

(SHİT AİN'T NOTHİN', BABY)

 

AND BABY (BABY)

YOU'RE MY ANGEL AND MY GODDESS (YOU'RE MY GODDESS)

WHEN MY HEAD GET CLOUDED (MY HEAD GET CLOUDY, MY THOUGHTS GET CLOUDY)

MY SOULMATE (YOU'RE MY SOULMATE, YOU'RE MY GODDESS)

AND BABY

TOOK A LİTTLE TİME İN A GRAY PLACE

FOR NOTHİNG

NOTHİNG

 

(BABY)

ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP

EAT MY BİTCH, HOLD MY GUN

(TOOK A LİTTLE TİME İN A GRAY PLACE)

LOAD İT UP, COUNT MY SLUGS

(DATS MY BİTCH) YEAH, THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

(FOR NOTHİNG)

ROLL MY BLUNT, EAT MY BİTCH (DATS MY BİTCH)

THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

(NOTHİNG)

ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP (DATS MY BİTCH)

(DATS MY BİTCH) THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

(AND BABY)

ROLL MY BLUNT, FİLL MY CUP

EAT MY BİTCH, RUB MY GUT

(TOOK A LİTTLE TİME İN A GRAY PLACE)

RUB YOUR BUTT, BE MY SLUT

BEAT MY CUNT, YEAH, SO WHAT

(FOR NOTHİNG)

FUCK DEM HOES (DATS MY BİTCH)

THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

(NOTHİNG)

FUCK THEY TALKİNG 'BOUT? (DATS MY BİTCH)

'CAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW NOTHİN'

 

HOL' UP, HOL' UP (I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

HOL' UP, HOL' UP (I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

HOL' UP, HOL' UP (I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)

HOL' UP, HOL' UP (I FELL İN LOVE WİTH YOU)


 

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