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yung von - asap rocky ft. nan bam lyrics

[hook: asap rocky]
ten gold chains, wood grain propane
sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

[bridge: asap rocky]
i’m the dope mane b-tches sniffin’ cocaine
all my young n-ggas know that they could all weigh, all weigh
(call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh
(call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh
(call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh
(call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh

[verse 1: asap rocky]
if, if, if you see me trucking b-tch
they call me young drug dealer
they call me young thug n-gga
24 karats my slugs glitter
24 years old worth a couple million
shouts out to my cuz’ n-ggers
finna’ let it fly for my blood n-ggers
middle finger up to you f-ck n-ggers
if you a trill n-gga, then f-ck wit’ us
n-gga dash like a speed of a bullet
wit’ a pistol on him prolly’ wouldn’t even pull it
heart beat a pullin, mean muggin’ wit’ a hoodie
like what’s goodie
tryin’ to be the motherf-cker that you couldn’t
knowin’ you
down to let it fly when i shouldn’t
all my young n-ggers they gon’ rep it to the fullest
tell a f-ck n-gga be you f-ck tough be cool
all the young n-ggers in crew they down to let it fly

[pre-hook]
for a n-gga like me, young n-gga like me
they let it fly
for a n-gga like me, young n-gga like me
they let it fly
for a n-gga like me, young n-gga like me
they let it fly
for a n-gga like me, jiggy young like me

[hook: asap rocky]
ten gold chains, wood grain propane
sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
ten gold chains, wood grain propane
sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

[verse 2: asap rocky]
n-ggas got rips in they jeans man i started that
hood by air man i started that
n-ggas claim they the god of black
well your name is purple i’m the god of that
gave you my back n-gga’ pardon that
f-ck that sh-t i brought mobbin’ back
i brought robbin’ back, i brought the garden back
motherf-ck black land i brought harlem back
rollin’ in my benzo
hoes on the curb a couple of friends
rollin down my window
yo what’s the word, f-ck it get in
ride round wit’ these bimbos
she give head to my kin folk
shout outs my connect tho’
keep a watch out for them winslows
cause’ the boys gon’ creep
d-boys gone’ serve
hoes gone skeet and the v gone swerve
i’mma get by while the world gon’ turn
i’mma get mine like you gon’ get yours
n-ggas do the least do when the piece got nerve
n-ggas in the streets when the heat got burned
feel a n-gga be you f-ck tough be cool
all the young n-ggers in crew they down to let it fly

[hook x2: asap rocky]
ten gold chains, wood grain propane
sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
ten gold chains, wood grain propane
sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

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