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a$ap rocky – a$ap worldwide cypher lyrics

[intro: asap rocky]
yo, asap here
we ’bout to k!ll a f-cking game
you know who the f-ck we are
you know my motherf-cking name
i f-cked your dame
and she bought me a chain
and a range
and a pinky ring, bling, bling
and all my n-ggas here, they about to k!ll this sh-t
what you say nast?

[verse 1: asap nast]
hold up dog, nast in this b-tch again
sipping hen, staring at that white girl from michigan
she was with a friend, fat -ss fly ho
i went in for the k!ll, asap, pr-nto
so wait boo, ‘fore we hit your condo
got another friend with me named whitney from chicago
whitney love ta model? i’m thinkin’ ménage
the truck parked out from, the chevy get ta-hoes
haters all in my face, can’t see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
stuntin’ on sucker n-ggas is what i was designed for
dead fresh, fresh to death, i should have designed clothes
but i’m blessing these tracks, sick flow, swine flu
y’all ain’t f-cking with nast, i been nice, y’all knew
haha, n-gga that sh-t times two
i’m who your b-tches wanna kick it with, kung-fu
but what, dog? what is you saying?
nast in this b-tch, ho, why is you playing?
like i won’t slay this stage on some gang sh-t?
turn into a mayhem, beat hard, flow hurtin
cali swag b-tch, snapback, no jerkin’
f-ck work, f-ck money in hands, hoes know this
fast forward, past focus, i’m that on it
one of the best to do, i think not, you bet on it
giant -ss you be lumberjack paul bunyon
hoes love it, lover never put none above it
wanna hug me tighter than jeans -ss sportin’
carry corpses to cemeteries, that’s very often
sport fortune, matchboxes, that awesome

[verse 2: sp-ceghostpurrp]
so what i say, motherf-cker
already know i never been a sucker
see i l-st ya, i want ya
baby come home, babygirl, what’s your name, wanda?
do you wanna get up on me?
do you wanna bend over?
do you feel h-rny?
do you wanna feel the stroke?
it’s kind of like facebook when you feel a poke
asap, no joke
raider klan, all back and we aiming at your throat

[verse 3: asap rocky]
i wanna rock but the b-tches want me, though
d&g briefs fit a n-gga like a speedo
skinny nudie jeans, though
boots be 40 below
he flow, 100 degrees, the jewels zero
rockstar rap, he reps guitar hero
leopard louboutins like speedo on steve-o
charge me on the game, couldn’t pause me on tivo
beyonce, the kanye, i got a big ego
on to that next sh-t, you looking at the bestest
married to the game, treat you n-ggas like my stepkids
pull up in a porsche, n-ggas get nausea
didn’t write the rules but my status like the author
just crashed the range, so i pulled the bent out
probably getting brains, chilling in the penthouse
swagging on you maggot and i’m about to lay the pimp down
christian louboutin red bottoms come in mens now
on to the next ones, skinny jeans fit in
pull up to the shows and these hoes know to get in
said they like my fitted clothes down to my split ends
little do she know, i got a big ego
automatic weapon need an order of protection
k!llin feelin all these records so my charges is molesting
-ssault with deadly weapons, got these rappers feeling threatened
a hip-hop veteran, i’m a hip-hop felon

[verse 4: asap twelvy]
it’s a war going on outside and we started it
believe that or die, n-gga, on some martyr sh-t
all my n-ggas on the scene like some sparta sh-t
and we came to double up on that harlem sh-t
we all eating, this is how it’s supposed to go
stop speaking, this is how you supposed to flow
the ins and out, never a winner’s route
i never lose again, it’s like every day i lose a friend
to some dumb sh-t, wh0r- and dumb b-tch
so a hating n-gga, wh0r- cuff wrists
i know a lot of n-ggas sitting in a cell now
for the sh-t i’ve done, i’m probably even h-ll-bound
but it’s cool with me, jacking n-ggas’ jewelry
i don’t give a f-ck about your foolery
n-gga keep a tool with me just to blast at you b-tches
marvelous at the top and our rags to the riches
asap, n-gga

[verse 5: asap ferg]
on my pokemon sh-t, you already know…
i said, i said, i said
i swear to god i want it all
he gon’ give it to me back
and get on top above it all
purple label sweats, i swear to god i’m rich
and once i get these many b-tches, swear to god i’m in
i be on my f-cking sh-t, toast to the gods, tell me what god sipping now
henny, and i’m out here and my dad was in bed
so i down a whole bottle on that b-tch with the mink
i go haaaaaaaard
i’m sorry, mama ferg, for all of these curse words
but i’m so f-cking serious
sh-t i’m street, like a curb
and i’m tweaked, like a nerve
and i’m smart, like a nerd
guess that’s why my last name ferg
okay i’m glidin’ like a f-cking bird
yeah my name is ferg but i’m a f-cking t-rd, ya heard?
now i’m on some rider sh-t
you done got yourself in beef
now you on some gaga sh-t
red line on some prada sh-t
now you want to know the deadline on some project sh-t
black b-tch an actor, put em in some tyler sh-t
pu-ray you buried then hair dyed like that robyn b-tch
this ain’t no bullsh-t, i ain’t letting no fools in
see my b-tch ride that big thing, you on that little sh-t
trying to make noise, you squeaking like a little pit
put her into that dog, my att-tude’s a little vick

[verse 6: asap rocky]
next time my n-ggas fall back
asap raider clan and we all blacked out
tell that b-tch get it mapped out
and i f-cked a b-tch, now she flat out
chest out, on the f-cking floor, never hit it raw
got a condom and i got a towel by the door
just in case the smoke go into the hallways
cause i be smoking weed and f-cking all day
this is off the top of the dome, let me introduce my n-ggas before a n-gga go home
we got ty beats, the illest producer in the streets
you know he come through with that motherf-cking heat
got twelvy, motherf-cking twelvy, got a bad b-tch, jewish named shelby
got my n-gga nast in the back
got a snapback to the back, he don’t even know how to act
got my n-gga named purrp, sp-ceghostpurrp, do your b-tch real dirt
that’s dirty, little flirty, f-cked a b-tch named purdy, did her dirty
got my n-gga named ferg, what’s the word
and you know he f-cking know these verbs, give them to the curb
got nerve in the b-tch, got served, better get mine n-gga, b-tches got nerve
wait your turn
[peace out, or kiss my -ss!

[asap ferg]
yeah, kiss my -ss too!]

[asap nast]
suck a n-gga d-ck or somethin’!

- aap rocky lyrics

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