Album Name

LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Explicit Ver.)

Artist

A$AP Rocky

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2013.01.17

Release Agency

Sony Music

Ghetto Symphony (Feat. Gunplay & A$AP Ferg) - A$AP Rocky
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
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 entree gin and
juice thats Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way I
swear life is like a one way
Pussy on a sunday business on a
monday
My new crib came with feng shui
And my closet is like a runway
Come be my fiancee she fuck 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 bitch made wait to
fuck 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 tellem holla
at a nigga G
Riding on my enemies this my
Ghetto Symphony

Whippin whitney my mama as a
witness
Bitches 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
'Til my cardiacs arrested and my
40 oz is empty
Show me what you owe me and a
porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down the lonely mile
phony smile
Warrants 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 planes in my air force
And all I can see is clear ports

Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm
gonna kill em' like Big Boi
These rappers is all my entree
eat em' like cookies chips ahoy
Eat enjoy when I get annoyed
Know a couple niggas that I’d
kill for joy
Either Gunplay runway trip avoid
Body get found by a lil' fishin'
boy
Arnold Schwarzeneger toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a roid
Smoke punch make a nigga trip
collide
Quit talkin' fast you could
grip the nine
Damn look at how the hollow tip
hit his spine
And the motherfuckers come in to
cry
You niggas have a sour dipped in
wine
Guess that’s why the ground sip
the wine
Pourin liq so I soak in lift and
shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul gets cold all my niggas
died
So and so niggas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these
freakin' lies
Tryina come with this for their
freakin lives
How many times in your eyes has
a nigga died
Never
Spittin it like a Beretta
nobody do it better nigga