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ASAP ROCKY lyrics : "Palace"

God damn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem ^!$$%s gonna be feeling this
East coast ^!$$%, but how trill is this?

Still don't give a %#@!, my ignorance is still a bliss
God damn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem ^!$$%s gonna be feeling this

East coast ^!$$%, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a %#@!, my ignorance is still a bliss


Stone cold love
Rose gold slugs
I could afford it

I imported stone cold drugs

Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned ^!$$%

Write it on my tombstone, I was stoned ^!$$%

Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans ^!$$%

Slash lean sipping, Tennessee ^!$$%, Nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my music
A trill ^!$$% to the truest

Show you how to do this

My all gold grills give her cold chills

Said she's got a !@%!e feel cause I'm so trill
Two dope boy scales, but I sold pills
No L, put her on her feet, toe nails



Them vampires, them blood suckers, them thirsty killers

We bout it bout it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy Miller
For really real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla
No bounty hunters, I'm bout to killa, I'm bout my skrilla


Give me the title, then give me the cash
Fold it then bag it then move to the trash

Follow my stash
Stealing my swag
^!$$%s is wickity wickity wack

Like Kriss Kross
Her lip gloss, slip-ons get slipped off
My (*##$, boss, Cristal


We smoking then thinking then burning that hash
Puff it and pass

Making it last
Walk in my shoes
And cross in my path


Game was for grabs
Making them crash

Took in a section
And giving they back


$#&@ the money, $#&@ the fame, this is real life
The insights of my trill life



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