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A$AP ROCKY lyrics : "Pretty Flacko (Remix)"

Featuring: Gucci Mane, Pharrell Williams & Waka Flocka Flame
[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
You know I be that Lord Pretty Flacko

Jodye the Second, ^!$$%
You know we had to hit you with anotha one
This time I got my ^!$$%s with me

We finna keep it trill in this (*##$
Know what I'm saying?
If you a trill ^!$$%, if you a trill (*##$

Throw that %#@! up right now!

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]

Shotgun pop, make the monetary add
Chop, won props with a military badge
Went AWOL cause I serve 8-balls

And I straight eggnog with the military axe
Pimping when I'm pinning, (*##$ you couldn't tell me that
Way too live, where the cemetery at?

Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat
So remember, to the end or to infinity it's swag
Skinny ^!$$%, Pretty Flacko, ^!$$% gripping that chopper

Party like a rocker, now my ^!$$%s wilding with Flocka
Guess who just walked in with a Goyard bag
Sixteen gold teeth and four gold slabs

One dime piece, you already know she bad
Givenchy tee and extraordinary
My wrist said I'm rich, my whips say I made it

My tat say A$AP and your (*##$ say I'm famous
My whole clique dangerous
We creeping and sweeping them grams up

For ^!$$%s and (*##$es and killas with triggers
Who bucking and keeping them hands up


[Hook]
If you a trill ^!$$%, get your motha$#&@in' hands up
If you a trill (*##$, get your motha$#&@in' hands up


[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Waka Flocka, loco loco, I don't $#&@ with po-po, po-po

FN on my hip, shorty, I'm not ridin' solo dolo
R.I.P. to Duncan Romo, pay for #~!!@, that's a no-no
Throwing money, dive in the crowd, shorty I take all that promo

Call me Pretty Gordo, baller, date a model, drinking Roma
Scott'll keep me G'd up while I'm buying bottle after bottle
Thirty chicks, Frankie Lymon, he ain't balling, girl, he's just lying

Oh, broke-ass ^!$$%, won't you keep on trying?
Killed the parking lot, it's our $$#ignment
My watch say I made it, my chains say I'm rich

Diamonds in my mouth got me talking cash %#@!
Kush Clark Kent, for dough, (*##$ what I spit
$#&@ your main girl off my down south accent, Waka Flocka


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich
I'm talking cash %#@!, cause Gucci Mane the %#@! (Gucci)

Hit a lot of licks, sold a lot of bricks
Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit
Gucci going loco, had that cocoa loco

Shorty say I $#&@ed her, I don't really know, though
These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo
Blue and white diamonds (*##$, I'm so Tony Romo

Thirty-four bricks, I grind 'em into bands
Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams
Thirty-six O's, stamped with the dragon

Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah, we got them Falcons

[Hook]


[Verse 4: Pharrell]
Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller

Where's your (*##$, ^!$$%? We control her
The weed she holding while she be over
And when she saw my motha$#&@in' keys it's over

And when I start it up, she like, "Lean me over"
Cold heart, warm dick, momma we be polar
I wore Louboutins before they knew what they was
They like, "Louis Vuitton? Naw, uh-uh, cuz"
That's when I realized they didn't know what they was

Them ^!$$%s actin' like I $#&@in' stepped in blood
O-7 2-11 man, I put out duds
And ate space cakes that was filled with bud
And now 2012 ^!$$%, look at these scuds
Green hair, money on my mind, hip hop grunge

You wear a cross I wear a Cartier nail
You ^!$$%s ain't $#&@in' with Pharrell
My wrist sizzle hot like it's stuck in the chair
My jewelry's so loud, it's got something to share
Like a conspiracy, like it's ACHAP, everybody on my dick like Ahab

Wait, did I say that? First pause, then play back, recognize ^!$$%, ASAP

[Hook]

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