A$AP Rocky - Ghetto Symphony Feat. Gunplay & A$AP Ferg (Bonus Track) | Текст песни

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• Ghetto Symphony Feat. Gunplay & A$AP Ferg (Bonus Track)

[Intro]
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entrée, gin and juice that's Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way
Pussy on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday
My new crib came with feng shui
And my closet is like a runway
Come be my fiancee, she f*ck me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge
Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe.
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Boogie ass b*tch made me wait to f*ck for two days
Finally got it today, swear to God my mood changed
Top off like toupes, drop off, touche
Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holla at a n*gga G
Riding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Whippin' whitney, my mama as a witness
B*tches lickin' and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle
She know it's dismissal
Spread the news I'm official
Now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive
Forget it, war ready, already tested
Tears and blood invested
Till my cardiac's arrested and my 40 oz is empty
Show me what ya owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down the lonely mile phony smile, was
Police on me now, still touring
And my chain it may slow me down, cheer for
Pain, in it's purest form
Don't complain I came to reign
From here forward, still noid
So crib got clear doors
Burning grains in my air force
And all I can see is clear ports

[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg]
Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna kill em' like Big Boi
These rappers is all my entrée,
Eat em' like cookies, chips ahoy
Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed
Know a couple n*ggas that'll kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Body get found by a lil fishing boy
Arnold Schwarzenegger, toss a n*gga
Like codeine mixed with a roid
Smoke what make a n*gga trip collide
What took me how fast, you could grip a 9
Damn, look at how the hollow tip hit his spine
And the motherf*ckers come in to cry
You n*ggas have a sour dipped in wine
Guess that's when a girl sip the white
Pourin' liq so I soak in different shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul gets cold, all my n*ggas died
So and so, n*ggas live and die
Beneath choose souls you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies
Tryna come with this for their freakin' lives
How many times in your eyes has a n*gga died?
Never!
Spittin' it like a Beretta, nobody do it better n*gga