Тексты песен «Asap Rocky»

[Hook: Joe Fox] And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothing at all So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly,...

[Chorus: repeat] She's all that I want [ASAP Rocky] She's all that I need, I'm filling your cup up With Sprite and codeine, she get me so high But I'm down on my knees, was it your desire? Your life or that lean? Wait...

[Verse 1] I know I dream about her all day I think about her with her clothes off I'm ridin' 'round with my system pumpin' LSD I look for ways to say, "I love you" But I ain't into makin' love songs Baby, I'm just...

[Verse 1] I know I dream about her all day I think about her with her clothes off I'm ridin' 'round with my system pumpin' LSD I look for ways to say, "I love you" But I ain't into makin' love songs Baby, I'm just...

[uncredited Ol' Dirty Bastard sample] I'm so happy, you know um You know I looked at the crowd and you know I I look at my fans, I look at they faces, they expressions And I know that damn well, we are some partyin...

[Verse 1] Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links? Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day Three 6; suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day Boomin' out the trap through the hallway Tell me what you niggas know about it...

[Verse 1] Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links? Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day Three 6, suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day Boomin' out the trap through the hallway Tell me what you niggas know about it...

[Intro: Lil Wayne] One time for A$AP Yams Let's go [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like G's Got A$AP, got Fergy with me It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas That's that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah,...

[Verse 1] What's this I see?, niggas tryna act like G's Got A$AP, got Fergy with me It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas That's that shit, mhm mhm, yeah, that's that shit (You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?)...

[Intro] [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Buccaneers of rugged gear, nigga fuck a fear One, just year one, I've been thuggin' here, yeah Whole shit is ours, you in awe, please don't get involved This is war, walk around a frame...

[Intro: ASAP Rocky] Hello its the mack, sit back and relax As we chat on ways to make a couple stacks off your snatch Hold up heres the catch: you might have to hit the track Take a loss, make it back, if you get...

[Intro: A$Ap Rocky] F*ck n****s gon' multiply 'Fore the real n****s die, fake n****s gon' multiply 'Fore the real n****s live, f*ck n****s won't multiply F*ck n****s won't multiply F*ck n****s won't multiply Igh,...

* naturally he raps this to The Verve's "Bittersweet Symphony" [ASAP Rocky] Yeah, this is my story, my struggle uhh My bittersweet symphony My pain - check it Food gettin lower, money comin slower Damn landlord keep...

[ASAP Rocky] Uhhh! Alright Get money addict, I'ma get "Money" tatted Money in the attics, money in the stashes Money in the cabinets, stuffed in the mattress Safe full of guns, more money up in that shit Taz Arnold...

[Chorus One: repeat 2X] God damn, how real is this? I know them Harlem niggaz gon' be feelin this East Coast nigga, but how trill is this? Still don't give a shit my ignorance is still a bliss [ASAP Rocky] Stone cold...

[ASAP Rocky] I be that pretty mothafucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin Tell my niggaz quit the bitchin, we gon' make it in a second Never disrespected, plus I'm well connected With this coke that I imported, just important...

[Hook 1: Joe Fox (x2)] Love on the low, love everywhere I go And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] My ears are ringing, my palms are shaking, my heart is racing Somebody's mama's...

[Intro] Smoke, Ty Beats Better do it 'til we get right, uhh This is for my niggaz gettin high on the regular This is for my bitches gettin high on the regular [ASAP Rocky] Purple drink, I still sip Purple weed, blunt...

[Intro] Smoke, Ty Beats [Verse One: Spaceghost Purrp] Back in this bitch mothafucker yeah it's me Spaceghost Purrp and I put yo' bitch to sleep Me and my twin at it again with this funk Sipping on gin, living in sin,...

Niggas pistol popping like it's 1999 I was 9, maybe 10, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time, before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, chopping pies, with clichs all in they rhymes Now it's Gucci, Prada...