Letra de Reynolds
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[Verse 1: ASAP Ferg]
The last time I smoked
I think it was about a pound
The last time I smoked
I think it was about a pound
I thought Lou laced my weed
I was about to pan them out
He told me quietly, nigga you was on the loud
I was running ‘round the room, Rocky tried sat me down
Went to Club with, and I seen Busta Rhymes with the red neck
And He looking at me like, nigga you sniffed a line
You heard this before
You probably would have lost your mind
But I had to change my lines
Cause TT they’re like my rhymes
Everybody always giving prays to the team
When All my niggas do is get fly and sip lean
Niggas think we’re stupid, with all these designer things
We walk in Hilfigers office and hear that ching-ching
We get paid from Tommy the rest of y’all niggas silly
And walk in office meetings with camoflauge and a philly
And only get brain from the bitches that know the dilly
She rocked the mic and killed lipsync like Milly Vanilli
[Verse 2: ASAP Ferg]
Being broke be the best thing that happened to me
It give me hunger pain, something strange happened to me
It fills my brain up with things so imaginary
Then I start to spit flames with vocabulary
My momma thought I wouldn’t make it with this rapping shit
Lint in my pockets and I still ain’t ask for shit
Dreams of traveling the world so lav-er-ish
Fuck a couple bitches that be fucking with them tab-a-lets
Lean sip’ fabrics, you nigga is average
I’m about a motherfucking buck like Maverick
Fucking hoes in palaces, posing for the cameras
Feds scream; Lord, like a motherfucking catholic
Hoes trying to snap a pic, while a nigga tappin’ it
Bitches love my words, on stage they try to grab my dick
I’m the best when it comes to this rapping shit
I eat a nigga sleeping like bed bugs in mattresses
Still up in the hood with them stragglers
Fourty calibers if a nigga talking blasphemous
Young trap lord, I’m going back to Nazereth
Lean got me slurring like I got Ty Nast’s lisp
[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Excellent weekends are with kinky whores
Flow like meteor, your mediocre retard
Put you in the ER, no CPR to bring you back
When i pull out this ego, squeeze her like ..
Place a blunt of sour, now I’m higher than an seagull
Never ever pass unless you’re on of my amigos
Bout to have a trio, call that shit a sequel
Me fucking these whores, we listening to Beanie Sigel
Ain’t no way you’re equal, nigga why you hating
Its over for 30 seconds like gang initiation
Sometimes between them like an abbreviation
Put his ass to sleep like sedation
I done came up from dinner bowl and cereal
To bitches want the pipe like a house of payne video
So Ferginstine tell them get up on there grind
When that A$AP drop bring it back home for Brown
I was about to pan them out
He told me quietly, nigga you was on the loud
I was running ‘round the room, Rocky tried sat me down
Went to Club with, and I seen Busta Rhymes with the red neck
And He looking at me like, nigga you sniffed a line
You heard this before
You probably would have lost your mind
But I had to change my lines
Cause TT they’re like my rhymes
Everybody always giving prays to the team
When All my niggas do is get fly and sip lean
Niggas think we’re stupid, with all these designer things
We walk in Hilfigers office and hear that ching-ching
We get paid from Tommy the rest of y’all niggas silly
And walk in office meetings with camoflauge and a philly
And only get brain from the bitches that know the dilly
She rocked the mic and killed lipsync like Milly Vanilli
[Verse 2: ASAP Ferg]
Being broke be the best thing that happened to me
It give me hunger pain, something strange happened to me
It fills my brain up with things so imaginary
Then I start to spit flames with vocabulary
My momma thought I wouldn’t make it with this rapping shit
Lint in my pockets and I still ain’t ask for shit
Dreams of traveling the world so lav-er-ish
Fuck a couple bitches that be fucking with them tab-a-lets
Lean sip’ fabrics, you nigga is average
I’m about a motherfucking buck like Maverick
Fucking hoes in palaces, posing for the cameras
Feds scream; Lord, like a motherfucking catholic
Hoes trying to snap a pic, while a nigga tappin’ it
Bitches love my words, on stage they try to grab my dick
I’m the best when it comes to this rapping shit
I eat a nigga sleeping like bed bugs in mattresses
Still up in the hood with them stragglers
Fourty calibers if a nigga talking blasphemous
Young trap lord, I’m going back to Nazereth
Lean got me slurring like I got Ty Nast’s lisp
[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Excellent weekends are with kinky whores
Flow like meteor, your mediocre retard
Put you in the ER, no CPR to bring you back
When i pull out this ego, squeeze her like ..
Place a blunt of sour, now I’m higher than an seagull
Never ever pass unless you’re on of my amigos
Bout to have a trio, call that shit a sequel
Me fucking these whores, we listening to Beanie Sigel
Ain’t no way you’re equal, nigga why you hating
Its over for 30 seconds like gang initiation
Sometimes between them like an abbreviation
Put his ass to sleep like sedation
I done came up from dinner bowl and cereal
To bitches want the pipe like a house of payne video
So Ferginstine tell them get up on there grind
When that A$AP drop bring it back home for Brown
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