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ASAP ROCKY FT. GUNPLAY & A$AP FERG lyrics : "Ghetto Symphony"

I'm rappin like be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outkast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entrée, Jim & Juice, that's Bombay

Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one way
#~!!@ on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday
My new crib came with a fenshuey in my closets like a runway

Come be my fiancée, she $#&@ me in a Hondey
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe
Finna date for 1K, shopping date for 2K

Hoopty $$# (*##$, made me wait to $#&@ for 2 days
Finally got the toobey, swear to God my mood changed
Top off like toupees, drive off, touché

Yea my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce what? Flocka tell em holla at a ^!$$% G

Riding on Miami mix, here's my ghetto symphony

Rippin, with me, my mama as a witness

(*##$es knickin and lockin up my swishas
Once you blow my whistle, she know it's the swistles
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 cardiac's arrested and my 40 ounces empty

Show me what you owe me and appoint a house with that
Black magic on the ties, only I
Rolling down a lonely mile, phony smile

One, police on me, still torn
And my chain and my stony dow cheerful
Pain, in its purest form

Don't complain, I came to reign
From here forth, still lord
So the crib got cleared for us

Burning planes in my airforce
And all I can see is clear porch


Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gon kill it 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 ^!$$%s that I kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Money get style, my lil fishin boy

Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a ^!$$%
Like codein mixed with a Roy
Smoke what make a ^!$$% trip collide

What took me how fast, you could grip a 9
Damn, ^!$$% I doubt they tell this my heart
And the mother$#&@ers come in to cry

You ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s died
So and so, ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% died?
Never!
Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better ^!$$%


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