I count up the cash and bring you the bag Regret in your tears, now you taste ’em You Look at you now, stuck in the background I just want the memories You Regret in your tears, now you taste ’em You don’t even know right ‘Cause you know I don’t chase, I replace ’em…
Before you buy a bottle, let’s enjoy a glass Triple platinum, triple platinum Triple platinum, forty cars like I’m triple platinum Did y’all hear that? That’s what my grandmother’ll say Triple platinum, Triple platinum, Triple platinum Hundred room mansion nigga like I’m triple platinum Triple platinum, triple platinum Triple platinum without an album sale Fire…
Got her on the town Man these funny style bitches, I be laughing at them Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand On my ’93 Biggie shit, bullshit and party Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain See you gotta understand I’m bad enough to take your husband Understand, they gotta understand a nigga…
No matter what you know, I’ll But I’ll give you everything So baby tell me yes So baby tell me yes Hush now baby, don’t you cry Promise I’ll always be there And if you say you’re okay I’ll fix you with my love Cover you as you desire Let me take care of it,…
You had me under spell right from the start That’s waiting just to get you You can run, you can run away Telepathic That’s waiting just to get you I don’t have a telepathic heart You are the sun, I am the full moon Telepathic I will wait in the dark for you Blind, I…
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up Turn the beat on and I fuck it up This that East Coast, mothafucka This that East Coast, mothafucka All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This confessions of a lord, I’ve been sinnin’ music [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Fuck that…
Hey, hey, hey, hey Got my own kind of persuasion We take what we want W-I-C-K-E-D W-I-C-K-E-D Let’s get it activated We got all the ways to be There’s so many ways to be wicked W-I-C-K-E-D Change the way the story’s told We got all the ways to be We’re wicked by the book We…
Take your bitch and fuck her face, (woah) [Hook: Rich the Kid] Yuh) Flexin’ with that rollie but it’s plastic, (Flex! I put a Act in a two-liter, (Yuh) Make my money flip it, do gymnastics, (Huuuuuh) Real deal, pop a whole seal, (Lean! Aye) Run up on me, got my stick Yuh) Flexin’ with…
Who him, the pied pipe I’m a motherfucking pirate with paw prints [Hook] It’s the white Mekhi Pfife in a black Dodge Vipe And try to find a wife sike, life don’t work like that (RiFF) Why can’t Superman live an ordinary life [Hook] How you live your life all depends on what you witness…
I can’t fight this, got my eyes fixed on you Must be hallucination We’re just hallucinations I sense something new We’re just hallucinations We’re just hallucinations I can’t fight this, got my eyes fixed on you [Chorus] We’re just hallucinations [Verse] We’re just hallucinations We’re just hallucinations Must be something we do? [Bridge] In my…
(You took my heart) Away You took my heaven away You took my heaven away And didn’t you ever wonder You took my Why couldn’t we just say You took my, you took my, you took my heaven away (You took my heart) About the dread on my tongue? (You took my, you took my,…
Wasn’t working so I went and got my teeth fixed Fans acting like it’s killing them, these cheap tricks Used to sit and gather my words, called it artillery Nothing’s fucking thrilling me Life used to sparkle. Samples chopped like it’s martial arts Can’t complain, kids like my art Now life is torture, would madly…
Too much is never too much New York Times, Farmer’s Almanac Back porch ain’t what it used to be American dream never wakes up Don’t make enough to pay it off We won’t be happy ’til we’re rich and miserable Keg and milk and honey in the land of the free [Outro] Right wing blue…
And even if they still wheelchair him in the end Word is bond, I am the one Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks And this feels like a victory The competition looks slim to me Back on the block, I call the shots Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory…
Oh, boy, I like my back on your couch Come outside and help me light my cigarette Whistle at me as you ride your bike down Cherry Street Boy, my joy’s in your skin, boy [Pre-Chorus] When we get to talking, boy Oh, boy, I like your tongue in my mouth Don’t you love me…