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drassenator - asap lyrics

[intro: schoolboy q / dr-ssenator]
yo! uh, its your bwoy d.o.c
pakistani’s with att-tude , n-gga
you know should it
apocalyptic records

verse 01: dr-ssenator
hold me for something, that is my name
d.o.c – i don’t spit jokes
but i k!ll p-ssies on tha roads n-gga
hold me something, that’s like
traveling in tha local transport
will make you ill-st
these mummy daddy kids are looking hype
when we feel this
we fill their a$$ with the crack, n-gga
hol’ my self with a fat n-gga
you f-g n-gga, you can’t tell me sh-t about the streets
i done lived in it, eversince i came up in this world
came up in this world, so i hate you n-gga’ absurd
hold me something that’s my emotions
emotions roller coaster, everytime you run
through my brain u see, sick jokes
hold me for something and that’s my motivation
and that’s big as a motherf-ckin’ jet
you ride with them ol’ n-ggas
you say, you tell me about ex?
she got the number’s that come with a hummer
but i still give a d-ck to her
she deserved to b-tch
derversed to be b-tch, so i call her b-tch
n-gga, i hold me for something
she love the cream, i gave her ice cream
n-gga, f-ck b-tches

[hook: schoolboy]
p-ssy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of sh-t
hoover crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
renegade, f-ck what rappers say, b-tch, i am la

verse02: dr-ssenator

i got w’s in the air when i ride with my n-ggas
you tryna make up?
just like my bithes wanna break up with me
well, i make it up with me
gotta f-ck b-tches/everynight
when i get cream-uh they f-ckin’ tide
you can burn a rubber on fake b-tches trying to make it right
i’m goldie, a.s.a.p – dazz my name
motherf-ckin’ gangsta with my crew
i ride with few, i pop a few
when i ride with them ol’ n-ggas tryna make up with my style
they ain’t got it, they got sh-t
they gotta sh-t, to eat
i keep give’em sh-t to eat, we bought that cheese
boyz in the hood are always hard you come talkin’ sh-t
we put you in the card you can cure my last year b-tch
infront of your b-lls, i can show you how to rip these bars of prison
to these p-ssies, motherf-kaz ain’t eattin’ my style
d.o.c you better know this name
you hate me while your b-tch got me on her playlist
took by sale-es, that’s my slaes n-gga
i’m always dope, check my swag
these n-ggas ain’t eattin’ sh-t
you about to eatting sh-t?
i give to eat- sh-t
my mind’s ill – motherf-ckin raw..

[hook: schoolboy q]
p-ssy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of sh-t
hoover crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
renegade, f-ck what rappers say, b-tch, i am la

[outro: dr-ssenator]
*laughts* itzyour boy d.o.c
pakistanis with att-tude
shout out to my crew
apocalyptic records
n-gga’ we always dope you better not mess wiv my sh-t!

- drassenator lyrics

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