[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
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Yeah
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You know I be that little Pretty Flacko, Jody the Second, nigga
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You know we had to hit you with another one
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This time I got my niggas with me
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We finna keep it trill in this bitch, know what I¡¯m sayin¡¯?
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If you a trill nigga, if you a trill bitch
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Throw that shit up right now!
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Shotgun pop, make the monetary add
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Chop, won props with a military badge
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Went AWOL ¡®cause I serve 8-balls
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And I straight eggnog with the military axe
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Pimpin¡¯ when I¡¯m pinnin¡¯, bitch you couldn¡¯t tell me that
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Way too loud, where the cemetery at?
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Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat
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So remember, to the end or to infinity it¡¯s swag¡¦
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[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
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Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga grippin¡¯ that chopper
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Party like a rocker now my niggas wildin¡¯ with Flocka
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Guess who just walked in with a Goyard bag
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Sixteen gold teeth and four gold slabs
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One dime piece, you already know she bad
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Divan, GT and extraordinary¡¦
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My wrist said I¡¯m rich, my whips say I made it
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My tat say ASAP and your bitch say I¡¯m famous
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My whole clique dangerous
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We creepin¡¯ and sweepin¡¯ them grams up
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For niggas and bitches and killers with triggers
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Who buckin¡¯ and keepin¡¯ them hands up
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[Hook]
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If you a trill nigga, get your motherfuckin¡¯ hands up
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If you a trill nigga, get your motherfuckin¡¯ hands up
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If you a trill bitch, get your motherfuckin¡¯ hands up
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If you a trill bitch, get your motherfuckin¡¯ hands up
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[Verse: Waka Flocka Flame]
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Waka Flocka, loco loco, I don¡¯t fuck with popo, popo
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FN on my hip, shorty, I¡¯m not ridin¡¯ solo, dolo
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RIP to Duncan Romo, pay for pussy, that¡¯s a no-no,
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Throwin¡¯ money, dive in the crowd, shorty I take all that promo
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Call me Pretty Godo, baller, date a model, drinkin¡¯ Roma
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Scott¡¯ll keep me G¡¯d up while I¡¯m buying bottle after bottle
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3-6, Frankie Lymon, he ain¡¯t ballin¡¯, girl, he¡¯s just lyin¡¯
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Oh, broke-ass nigga, won¡¯t you keep on tryin¡¯?
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Killed the parking lot, it¡¯s our assignment
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My watch say I made it, my chains say I¡¯m rich
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Diamonds in my mouth got me talkin¡¯ cash shit
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Kush Clark Kent, for dough, bitch, what I spit
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Fuck your main girl off my down south accent
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Waka Flocka!
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[Hook]
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[Verse: Gucci Mane]
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My whip said I made it, my chain say I¡¯m rich
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I¡¯m talkin¡¯ cash shit, ¡®cause Gucci Mane the shit (Gucci)
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Hit a lot of licks, sold a lot of bricks
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Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit
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Gucci goin¡¯ loco, had that cocoa loco
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Shorty say I fucked her - I don¡¯t really know, though
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These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo
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Blue and white diamonds, bitch, I¡¯m so Tony Romo
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Thirty-four bricks, I grind ¡®em into bands
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Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams
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Thirty-six O¡¯s, stamped with the dragon
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Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah we got them Falcons
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[Hook]
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[Verse: Pharrell]
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Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller
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Where¡¯s your bitch, nigga? We control her
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The weed she holdin¡¯ while she be over
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And when she saw my motherfuckin¡¯ keys it¡¯s over
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And when I start it up, she like ¡°lean me over¡±
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Cold heart, warm dick, mama we be polar
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I wore Louis Vuittons before they knew what they was
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They like: ¡°Louis Vuitton? Naw, unh-uh, cous¡¯¡±
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That¡¯s when I realized they didn¡¯t know what they was
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Them niggas actin¡¯ like I fuckin¡¯ stepped in blood
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O-7 2-11 man, I put out duds
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And ate space cakes that was filled with bud
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And now 20-12 nigga, look at these scuds
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Green hair, money on my mind, hip-hop grunge
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You wear a cross I wear a Cartier nail
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You niggas ain¡¯t fuckin¡¯ with frail
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My wrist sizzle hot like it¡¯s stuck in the chair
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My jewelry¡¯s so loud, it¡¯s got something to share
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Like a conspiracy, like it¡¯s ACHAP
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Everybody on my dick like Ahab
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Wait, did I say that? First pause, then play back
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Recognize nigga, ASAP
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[Hook]
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Pretty Flacko (Remix)
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| Asap Rocky |
