1. Asap Rocky Lyrics Praise The Lord
2. Lovesick Lyrics Asap Rocky
3. Asap Rocky Lyrics Lsd
4. Asap Rocky Lyrics
5. Asap Rocky Lyrics Asap Forever

“Nah, I don’t rely on that s–t,” he told NYP. “Look at me — I’m cozy. I do smoke weed every day, though.” The release of Rocky’s “trippy” new album has not been without. Asap Rocky Purity lyrics (feat. Frank Ocean) & video: I've been busy I've been f.ckin' busy I've been busy f.ckin' I've been all kinds of busy All sorta kinda busy Like shawty.

Asap Rocky Lyrics Praise The Lord

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[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin' down on my name, don't let 'em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin' down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain't no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang, gang, them boys not flexin' the same
I'm done with adjustin' to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang
It's time to fuck up the whole game!

Lovesick Lyrics Asap Rocky

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch 'cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, Cover your eyes
Cause smokin' with me, you go blind
She losin' her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin' my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can't even open my blinds
On Yams and that's word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I'm still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it's my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I'm just livin' like I'm supposed
I guess it's called livin', shit I suppose
I'm on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin' clothes
I'm 'bout my business but I'm alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin' on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin' out womens to borin' shows, I pray to God I don't overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon' remember the name
They robbin' boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back Download amazon alexa app for mac.

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I'm done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang
It's time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon' remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I'm dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it's kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

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Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

[Intro: Tyler the Creator]
Ayy, you gon' start me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen

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[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Pari'

Asap Rocky Lyrics

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
'Calldrops' on the album skits

Asap Rocky Lyrics Asap Forever

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, what up nigga!
I have nothing cool to do