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a$ap rocky – multiply lyrics

[produced by curtis heron]

[intro: a$ap rocky]
f-ck n-ggas gon’ multiply
‘fore the real n-ggas die, fake n-ggas gon’ multiply
‘fore the real n-ggas live, f-ck n-ggas won’t multiply
f-ck n-ggas won’t multiply, f-ck n-ggas won’t multiply
igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

[interlude 1: juicy j]
yeah n-gga, it’s your boy juicy j. man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin’, broke -ss, you know what i’m sayin’, jealous hatin’ -ss n-ggas out here man, you know what i’m sayin’, man these n-ggas ain’t no real n-ggas man, know what i’m sayin’? man these n-ggas be smilin’ in your face

[verse 1: a$ap rocky]
back in the buildin’, sold crack in the livin’ room
n-ggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin’
doo rag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim
one you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
come to harlem if you never seen baghdad
first place i seen a n-gga sell crack at
where the hustlers don’t sleep, take cat naps
shorty with the shotty limpin’ like he got a bad back, back back
even in my will, keep it real, thuggin’ in my field
’til the day i peel, keep it trill, anything i feel
youngins trained to k!ll, aimin’, bangin’ steel and slangin’ krill
she shake it all for satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills
i ain’t really f-ckin’ with that been trill
swear them n-ggas booty like tip drill
nah i ain’t really into throwin’ shots
but these mothaf-ckas better give me my props, word to pac
we’re the reason that these n-ggas gettin’ throwed
reason why you n-ggas wearin’ gold
jail pose in the pictures, prayin’ fingers to your nose
i remember, if pimp was alive he’d tell these hoes and these n-ggas

[chorus: a$ap rocky]
even in my will, keep it trill, to the day i peel
even in my will, keep it trill, to the day i peel
even in my will, keep it trill, to the day i peel
even in my will, keep it trill, to the day i…
when the real n-ggas die, fake n-ggas gon’ multiply
when the real n-ggas die, fake n-ggas gon’ multiply
when all the real n-ggas die, fake n-ggas gon’ multiply
but if the real n-ggas live, f-ck n-ggas won’t multiply

[interlude 2: a$ap rocky]
i’m the original balmain bad-ss, n-gga
i’m the original margiela madman, in the words of a$ap yams
smack the sh-t out a n-gga in these skinny pants, feel me?
don’t get it f-cked up, n-gga, we been jiggy, been pretty
still tell a b-tch suck my d-ck, swag swag n-gga

[verse 2: a$ap rocky]
f-ck with a n-gga like me, rip my n-gga pimp c
hba sh-t is weak, you can keep that
sh-t, i might f-ck around and bring the jeep back
no doors on it, flexin’ with the seat back
b-boy with the g pack, might f-ck around and bring the mink back
word to big boi and 3 stacks, n-gga
if you deaf bring the beat back, n-gga
f-ck with a n-gga like me, rip my n-gga pimp c
hba sh-t is weak, you can keep that
i’m a trendsetter, you ain’t even peep that
where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at?
f-ck the fcc, tell ’em bleep that
(we ain’t no fashion k!llas n-gga, we fashionable k!llas
y’all got flacko f-cked up)

[verse 3: a$ap rocky]
i’m the motherf-ckin’ lord of this fashion sh-t
don’t i deserve just to brag a bit?
set the blueprint, f-ck your two cents
number 1 stunner, ask tumblr if i’m accurate
my motherf-ckin’ swag is immaculate
plus i got enough style just to mack your b-tch
i think back to when pockets packin’ lint
it’s like a n-gga got rich on accident
now back to pimp, b-tches lie, k!llers never lie
triggers on the side by side, bet i’m down to ride
prosper said let’s ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
we don’t ever die, we just multiply, b-tch

[outro: juicy j]
fake -ss n-ggas, you know what i’m sayin’? these n-ggas be out here talkin’ ’bout they a street n-gga and sh-t, man n-ggas be gettin’ extorted like a mothaf-cka out here man, you know what i’m sayin’?

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