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Correct Ghetto Symphony Lyrics
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[Chorus: Imogen Heap] Do just what I tell you Don't come in any closer And no one will get hurt ‘Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two [Verse 1: A$Ap Rocky] A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André Beef is on my entree, gin and juice, that's Bombay Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way Pussy on a Sunday, business on a Monday My new crib came with feng shui and my closet is like a runway Come be my fiancee, she fuck me in a Hyundai My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K Bougie-ass bitch made me wait to fuck for two days Finally got it today, swear to god my mood changed Top off like toupees, drop off, touche Yeah, my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holla at a nigga, G Riding on my enemies, this my ghetto symphony [Chorus: Imogen Heap] Don't come in any closer Don't come in any closer Don't come in any closer Don't come in any closer [Verse 2: Gunplay] Whipping Whitney, my mama as a witness Bitches lickin' and locking up my swishas Once she blow my whistle, she know it's dismissal 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 Till my cardiac's arrested and my 40 ounce is empty Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that Black magic on the tires only I Rolling down a lonely mile, phony smile Warrants, police on me now, still tourin' And my chain it may slow me down cheer for Pain, in its purest form Don't complain I came to reign from here forward, still noid So crib got clear doors Burning planes in my Air Force and all I can see is clear ports [Chorus: Imogen Heap] Don't come in any closer Don't come in any closer Don't come in any closer Don't come in any closer... [Verse 3: asap Ferg] Since Rocky spit like André, I'm gon' kill 'em like Big Boi These rappers is on my entrée, eat 'em like cookies, Chips Ahoy Mm, enjoy, when I get annoyed, know a couple niggas that'll kill for joy Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid, body get found by a lil' fishin' boy Arnold Schwarzenigga, toss a nigga Like codeine mixed with a roid Slow punch make a nigga chin collide That's for talking how fast you could grip a nine Damn, look how the hollow tip hit his spine Little motherfuckers that commit the crime These niggas got the sidewalk sipping wine Guess that's why the ground sip the wine Pouring liq' so I soak in lift and shine Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky My soul gets cold when my niggas died So and so, niggas live and die Beneath shoe soles you will reside Rappers get a mil for these freakin' lies Sign a couple deals for these freakin' lies How many times in your eyes has a nigga died? Never! Spittin' it like a Beretta, nobody do it better, nigga
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