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Pass the, pass the, pass the mothafuckin' Swisher
Pour some mothafuckin' liquor
For my mothafuckin' niggas who ain't wit' us, keep it trilla
Wear my gold teeth, my french braids, gettin' throwed since tenth grade
Wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, if that's the case, then I been paid
Herringbone chain, my gold frames, my Cartiers, you small change
You bitch made, I'm old school, like gem stars and switchblades
I spit game, I get paid, I pimp game my friend
I be that pretty mothafucka, A$AP is just my nickname
(I'm comin' down when I'm tippin' on them 4's
'Cause we shittin' on these, shittin' on these niggas and these hoes)
'Cause that purp shit I sip up, your bitch chose, you slipped up
I get-get my dick licked, I'm draped out, drip-dripped up
Top of the top of the line, all on my grind, purple be easin' my mind
And they runnin', they runnin'
We gunnin', we gunnin', we're gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh

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Uh, yeah, uh
All these boppers wanna bop 'em, niggas wanna jock 'em
Not a red light or a city cop that can stop 'em
Goin' broke is not an option, always on that cash flow
She used to call me asshole, now she drop that ass low
Fuck it, man, I'm past dope, Sour Diesel slash coke
A$AP we the last hope, fuck it this my fast flow
I slow it down I pick it up, blue jeans I rip 'em up
That's swag bitch, you mad bitch, see you in my past bitch
I'm headed to the future, Twelvyy ain't no loser
Mixin' up that syrup, call it Punky Brewster
I'm slurrin', wassup? Don't tell me to shut up
I ain't tryna start shit, but, man, I'm really fucked up
I lucked up, uh, I see it as a come up
I'm on my job, man, I'll see you when the sun's up
Huh, young niggas run everything
A$AP to the top and these bitches love everything

Uh, God bless America, my flow is scarier
Style wild like my nigga Common after Erykah (damn)
Your bitch, I'm in bed with her (yeah), head so good
Make a nigga feel good to the point I wanna marry her (uh)
But I be on my pimpin' shit (yeah), check out my limp and shit (yeah)
I be gettin' money (uh), gettin' money, can you dig it, bitch? (Uh)
Hoe get on my pimpin' ship, all aboard, all aboard
East coast mothafuckas makin' all the noise, all the noise
I know you niggas heard of us (uh), Raf Simon murderers (uh)
Fashion killa' word to Bigga Bars, I never heard of ya
Still sippin', candy painted whips is what I'm sittin' in
Kitchen chemist whippin' up that shit that get these bitches in
New York Nasty flow, that's a little bit of crack mixed in with a fifth of Hen'
Businessman, middle finger to your fuckin' business, man
Great Adventure shit, roller coastin' take a flick of this
Motion picture shit, bitch, I grind like a skater do
Always strive and prosper, Rock what level we gon' take it to?

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Writer(s): Andre Weston, Barrett Strong, Charles Bobbit, Fred Wesley, Jamel Phillips, James Brown, Louis Michael Hernandez, Norman Whitfield, Rakim Mayers, Tairiq Devega, Willie Hines