ASAP Mob - Yamborghini High (E) | Текст песни

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[Skit: Man, Man 2, Man 3, Shopkeeper, A$AP Rocky]
Yo papi! You got some fucking Fronto in this motherfucker man? Y'all niggas-y'all Fronto always dry in this motherfucker. Yo pass me a light bro. If you're not buying nothing get the fuck out alright? Nigga I just asked you for some Fronto you fucking weirdo. [Inaudible talking over each other] Yo, let me get a chopped-cheese papi, chopped cheese and a lucy. This nigga sold me Fronto three days ago, now he acting like he ain't got no fucking Fronto. Yo you got some Backwoods? Man you got-man yeah for real you got some Backwoods at least nigga? What the fuck, man, whatever my nigga, all I know is I keep seeing these niggas out here acting like they cozy. Niggas ain't cozy bruh. We been doing this shit, all of a sudden you see niggas out here, sweat-suited up, with they nappy-ass terry cloth and all that shit, they tryna' look like the homies. Niggas is not cozy bro I've been peeping that shit too low key man Nigga listen B, I'm coming through cozy man, these niggas ain't- listen I'm coming through with the Playboy boxers, with the Playboy fitting, with the motherfucking-with the-with the old nigga socks that-with the shit that hold 'em up and all that. Sock holsters. The sock holsters B! Like-fuck it like! Like-like I'm cozy! Yeah! Like-fuck is niggas doing? What y'all niggas talking about man?- Cozy.- Yesterday I came through with the Valentino shorts with the fucking white and red pinstripes on the motherfuckers. Came through with the real good goose down bubble jacket with the snow [?] squirrel fur on the top, very cozy, warm, you feel me?- Cozy.- Then I had the durag hanging down with the bow string slinging in the wind. Two tone durag with the red on one side- Cozy.- White on the other side. Cozy overload this nigga man. Flexing on niggas nigga, my outfit so fly they- Fell asleep before he left the house. Too cozy. Niggas asked me what my inspiration was, I told 'em global warming, you feel me? You too cozy! Too fucking cozy. You too fucking cozy my nigga. Yo my nigga, I was so motherfucking cozy the other motherfucking day...

[Intro: A$AP Rocky + Juicy J]
Yeah, yeah I'm, y'all know what it is
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm
Yeah I'm

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, I'm gettin' cake, yeah, it's no debate
Yeah, I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date, like, every day
Yeah, I rock the Raf, yeah, I bought the Wraith
Yeah, I'm out of state, yeah, I like to race
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah
I wake up late, yeah, I'm out of shape, yeah, I'm eatin' crêpes
Yeah, I'm sippin' wine, yeah, she feed me grapes
She make no mistakes, me make no complaints
I love how she think she graduated with that brain
She go to…

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Tool on my waist, shades on my face
Money in the bank, make no mistake
Nast does it great
Yeah, hoes wanna fuck, car parked out front
7:45 on the fuckin' dot, your bitch down to ride
Leavin' wit' me cause I'm a G
Made in the streets, rep for the streets
So I keep a piece
Niggas try to front, act if he want
Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

[Verse 3: A$AP Ant]
My mama told me save that money, bank accounts, don't spend that bread
Cash out on new necklaces, 14 karat bracelet
Dibble dabble with the lean
Hi-Tech with the cream soda
As I whipped the yola
Lambo red, Coca Cola
My bros, Cosa Nostra
Ridin' on a speedboat
She suckin', lickin', deep-throat
Rey Mysterio
When I'm jumpin' off the top rope
Banana clip with the scope
Wearin' all white
Like I'm the mothafuckin' pope

[Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]
I'm on a Yamborghini high, flyin' high through the sky, hey yo
Yammy's vision got us rich, catch a nigga flyin' by in a Lambo
Sippin' the Henny got me gone, now I'm gettin' in my zone, hey yo
R.I.P. to my nigga, the gallon goin' to my dome, hey yo
This how it feel to be rich, fuckin' bitches in the mix, yeah
Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah
Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah
I ain't with the game, bitch, she blow my cartridge, yeah
My Jewelry glistening why I’m always chilly
Can't believe a nigga made a couple milli'
'Bout to cop the house way up in the hillies
With a bad bitch in the Bentley
Wood grain with the roof gone
Make a bitch fold like a futon
Gettin' bread like a crouton
Tell me what the fuck is you on

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

[Bridge: A$AP Twelvyy]
OG, nigga keep it low key
Coolin' in the low ride
Tourin' with the Rollies
Rollin', chiefin' OG
Damn I got the smoke right
Let you get the floor seats
Foreign hoes, foreign freaks, all that on the boat trip
Nigga I'm an OG
Gotta it for the dope fiends, product of the dope game

[Outro]
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout

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