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A$AP Twelvyy
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I'm getting ghetto rich, fucking with his ghetto bitch I'm leaving niggas left over right, using my mental fifth I'm on the six train, next stop fleahouse Niggas ain't Teyana but you know we got them D's out (?) but you know we got 'em deeds out If she gained to full chain, now who bang? We straight raw, we the '08 Wu-Tang (Wavy) Su-Woo gang, I'm the truth mane Act up, get hit with a bat man like Bruce Wayne I ain't too sane, I'm a straight jackass A cool kid, so you know I keep the black mags My bitch super bad and she like to carry arms She wanna bust the new heat, Shawn Marion I still carry on, just bought the eagle My bro got the piff, and my son is got the diesel Your kid sister, I tell her keep her nails did I call her Magnum, she always on Mel dick I'm giving out gold wrappers, call me Willy Wonka I holler 'Oh Woop' now they say the kid is bonkers Call me Tonka rolling over competition There is no equal for my black and white composition I'm heating up, call me Johan Santana Amazing Mel, black and red bandanna Red Sidekick, texting at a high rate Only 18, 40 bodies on MySpace Get your uncle murdered but this ain't Def Jam Pine box with his right over left hand Philly flow with the swag of a Harlem nigga I father niggas that be talking about revolvers, nigga I'm in the booth with the hammer like Colin Ferrell God body, hard body like I swallowed gravel I get's it rocking, call me Matt holiday I spits crack, just like I swallowed yay I'm that nigga, just call me D-O-C Shoot him up, he gonna need a D-O-C Call D-O-T, tell 'em 'Don't call back' Fuck a problem child, tell them niggas fall back Kill a crip, watch my favorite color drip Tie 'em down, roll 'em over, leave 'em like the number 6 The sun's out, but niggas keep throwing shade Pass the Shaq, my nigga just throw the blade! Load the gauge, aim it at his rib cage Torture him, let him sit for like six days I spit A.I.D.S, bang like 9 trey Three niggas but we bang like 9 ways They need Oscars, all these pussies act now I'm about to quit, man All these pussies rap now! I'm so trapped down, and I got stacks now Call us trash bags, cause we put stacks down No disrespect, I don't mean to neglect Ain't no streets so I run the whole Internet I got next and my whole team got now 2-12 gang nigga, this is my town! This is my (?) straight from an Arab Your bitch, ya'll page from a (?) I don't sell slash but I do make cakes My flow Mystique, watch this bitch shapeshift Popping like a freak bitch, all ya'll eat dick I take my fitted off, I make the whole sea sick These niggas need this, I spit straight crack Go get it gang, A-B Street, A$AP!
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