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a$ap mob - jay reed lyrics

[verse 1: asap twelvvy]
many snakes in the gr-ss, faith in my past
december 21st coming straight for that -ss
no g-y slander, but i’m not a fan of
b-tch made n-ggas just posing for the cameras
we know who you really are, internet superstar
mr. orange leave your dog drowning in the reservoir
you could never get the best of us
mac live yo neck ajar yeah, that is hollywood repertoire
n-ggas be acting, my n-ggas be rappin’
money and traffic, inglorious b-st-rds
mel tarantino, twelvy f pachino
6 inch blacks in my tee by marino
wh0r- for the c-notes
some more with a cee-lo
four, five, six p-ss me all that grip
fly young fella, pro-tools terror
words to my mom, we gon’ own this era
clever with the p-ssword, don’t even ask for it
twelvy know to blast first, even had a cash verse
like a bank n-gga, blowing on some dank
getting higher than that plane shorty tell me what you think
’bout a bachelor slash trapper slash rapper
all that fly sh-t come after, no pastor
flow nasa, with my brother nasty
i highly doubt i’ll let these n-ggas get past me

[hook]
cause there ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, he scared to look, he shook
catch a n-gga on the late night
while he with his b-tch like cam at the brake light
cause there ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, he scared to look, he shook
catch a n-gga on the late night
why a n-gga slipping like harold at the brake light

[verse 2: da$h]
i’m only 19 but my mind is older
when this sh-t get for real my warm heart turn cold
snuff a hipster rapper, knock the f-cking chip off his shoulder
later i have his main b-tch coming over, she roll his weed
‘fore she do the deed, studio with a jar of weed
tryna turn a couple raps into a couple hundred gs
living out my dreams, i feel like i ain’t slept in f-cking weeks
just to think this come from what i speak
got my stain in this game, from stacking bread and pimping wh0r-s
know i keep it low-key like a motherf-cking midget door
high school i was pitching pills, a couple n-ggas did the raw
sitting on a couple p’s this rap sh-t was the other door
yeah n-gga chose it, now i got these hoes open
i f-ck them, they tell they man their phone was broken
and i’m blowing on that potent whipping in the seven like it’s stolen
lots of n-ggas tellin´ me and my team was showin
and i’m riding east side till the spokes break
leave the studio for a motherf-cking smoke break
get your main ho to come through for a throat break
doin n-ggas like richie
i’m alpo, you don’t know az, n-gga

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