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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