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a$ap mob - bath salt lyrics

[intro: meech]
ah, it’s a plane, it’s a bird, it’s a zombie, hahaha

[verse 1: meech]
the highest high, i’m ayatollah
rubber on my d-ck, allergic to baby strollers
blue dream, that amazing odor
ant is a pyrex, i’m the c0ke and the baking soda
juice be the blue flame that create the whole thing
rap game, crack game, apparently the same thing
if this was eighty-something, i’d be in sh-ll toes
gucci-link fat rings, ashy -ss elbows
saving every penny trying to get up out this h-llhole
for my super thugs, hustling up off the jail phone
life’s a battle, fool, you better have your weapon drawn
how could i be scared of death, b-tch, i’m already gone
money on my mind, your b-tch on my zipper
breaking up pound after pound, thc on every finger
you gon’ need a boost from god to get as high as me, n-gga
excuse me, i meant to say as high as we, n-gga

[bridge: meech]
flatbush zombie, a$ap mobbing
hit a k!llswitch and put an end to any problem
flatbush zombie, a$ap mobbing
hit a k!llswitch and put an end to any problem

[verse 2: juice]
hash and weed, hash in a bong
got weed by the ton, got blow by the load
if you wanna get throwed, a$ap ant got the potion
three fly -ss b-tches with we
double-cupped them double ds
hi-high n-gga, hi-high living
three young -ss n-ggas running sh-t, no slipping
gotta know the game, gotta know the lane
gotta know the pain, no handouts, ain’t sh-t easy
dark shades on my eazy-e, got b-tches on my mini-me
and you n-ggas in the rap game, can’t relate
i’m real pimping, no fornicating
f-ck what you heard, i’m going ape
smoking grape ape, f-ck your mixtape
that’s a weed plate, zombie-style
a$ap, never mind these clowns
i love brain, zombie-style, never mind these clouds

[interlude: a$ap ant]
juice, p-ss me the weed, meech, where the acid at?
a$ap ant in this b-tch, uh

[verse 3: a$ap ant]
i’m a demon, triple-beaming, painting pictures
raping mona lisa, blood sheets, creeping for the panties
with the collar dannys, k!lling b-tches, sniffing panties
w-lly wonka candy s-m-n, three n-ggas, one b-tch, one clip
one brain-dead girl off your mind, leave your brains on your moms
razor blades dipped in bleach, tear your skin to pieces
dump the body in tennessee, highway getaway, oj bronco
cap it, baby, drive ’em off the bridge, look into my eyes, vivid tears
i see fear, y’all some f-cking queers
grow a f-cking pair, i’m ‘posed to be here
‘posed to be dead, overdosed on shrooms
let’s cruise, drive by on-site
ride like a bike, for my zombie homies k!ll tonight

[hook: meech]
flatbush zombie, a$ap mobbing
hit a k!llswitch and put an end to any problem
flatbush zombie, a$ap mobbing
hit a k!llswitch and put an end to any problem

[verse 4: a$ap rocky]
a$ap n-ggas, we aliens, cold-blooded n-gga, reptilian
acid, acid, ambiens, only f-ck a b-tch if she lesbian
trill n-ggas run the city, got the key on lock
juice got the juice, n-gga meech gon’ pop
addie in the caddy with the heat on c-ck
when a mac go brrra cause the beef don’t stop, n-gga
my name is that pretty motherf-cker
from the land of the lost of the gully and the gutta
see the breds made a toast for the honey and the b-tter
only die for two things, that’s my money and my mother, motherf-cker
n-ggas know my name, did i stutter?
n-ggas know me, man, i keep it one hunna
i’m a stunna, hood by air for the summer
toast to the god and it cost nine hunna
so-so ru-run up if you wanna
mac in the backpack, right by the macbook
and i rep that harlem
and my zombie n-ggas straight out of flatbush

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