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Ghetto Symphony

Ghetto Symphony Lyrics ASAP Rocky

Mixtape: LONG.LIVE.A$AP

[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 decided to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entre, gin and juice thats 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 fiancee, she fuck me in a Hyndai
My rooftop got a lounge
Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe.
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Hoodgy ass bitch made wait to fuck for two days
Finally go the two day, swear to god my mood change
Top of 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 is my Ghetto Symphony

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
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 I hope out my foreign vessle
Before I get aggresive
Forget it, war ready, already tested
Tears and blood invested
Till my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty
Show me watcha owe me and a porter house with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down the lonely mile phony smile
Police on me now still touring
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain, in it's purest form
And don't complain I came to reign
From here forward

[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg]
Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna kill em' like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrée,
You don’t like cookies, chips your heart
Eatin joy when I get annoyed, no cover niggas that I kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Money get style, my lil fishin boy
Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a nigga
Like codein mixed with a Roy
Smoke what make a nigga trip collide
What took me how fast, you could grip a 9
Damn, nigga I doubt they tell this my heart
And the motherfuckers come in to cry
You niggas 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 show get cold, all my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath choose souls you will reside
Rappers getting nailed for this freakin life
Tryina come with this for their freakin lives
How many time your eyes and a nigga died?
Never!
Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga

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