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lirik lagu a$ap mob - underground killa$

[produced by benson graves]

[intro: raekwon]
let’s get a little… little drawing going on, yeah, that’s what it is man
word up, a$ap rocky, what up, my n-gga? young king right there
yeah, i see you, n-gga, it’s your big brother chef right here, man
raekwon, n-gga, you know, we got you all day, n-gga
i know you got your big brother all day, too, you know, it’s all real

[verse 1: raekwon]
at the dice game, on sleeze mode, gun in the road
but count hundreds, sit back my home on my stomach
who the king boo, eating grapes, send me to 50 states
i pump everywhere i go, i thump plenty sp-ces
either i’m in the slums, counting up ones
shaking down fiends, hopping to the most and one
besides bagging up, new ratchets
always in hatchets n-gga, the fly bachelor with all those cl-ssics
my gun is red eyeball brown, run the town
black hoodie sweats, no jewels a coupe with some specs
matching in the million dollar mansion with brans
and it’s always love love, just bring your advancing
bottles from everywhere, hoes run up
n-ggas in tennis wear i’m finish the menace, get ’em, yeah
yo, we in the cut… dogs on them
stay c-cky, peace is real, yo, rocky!

[hook: a$ap ferg & a$ap rocky]
king of new york with these underground k!llas
ride, ride, n-gga f-ck the n-ggas, n-gga

[verse 2: a$ap rocky]
my uncle snoop told me keep the biscuit on me
said they got the scoop on me and they listen on me
plus my bougie–ss neighbors keep the b-tching on me
and the nosy b-tch next door call the district on me
and they snitching on me, self-esteem went missing on me
chip off my shoulder, you can get it off me
but these b-tches on me, the other -censored- got a prison story
that mr. greedy’s just a missing story
listen wardy, i was on them b-tches, pitching sipping, 40’s
mauri kicks and norreys b-tches, all these shorties kissing shorties
keep division brody, cold world, keep your mittens wordy
go hard but you k!ll ’em softly
pay attention shorty, wonder why i call your b-tch a shorty?
it’s the way of the world, don’t be tripping shorty
just get your picking shorty, hold your own, keep it pimping brody
same sh-t, just a different story

[hook: a$ap ferg & a$ap rocky]
king of new york with these underground k!llas
ride, ride, n-gga f-ck the n-ggas, n-gga

[verse 3: a$ap ferg]
king of new york in my hood we blow up houses
grenades look like quarter waters sitting on the counter
silence all you will encounter if you talking ’bout you ’bout it
thugging noise heating salad, gripping the banger give me callus
like pops from the wayans when i fire
switching lanes in the porsche, gotta catch up to my tires
got cannons like mariah, godd-mn it my messiah
he done ran into some violence, put him to rest in his pajamas
twin clips, pusha t, that’s for talking all that malice
in your b-tch, i’m a sneaker, she gon’ need some new balance
got franklins like aretha, see my money that be piling
and my shiny gold t–th, you can see my money smiling

[hook: a$ap ferg & a$ap rocky]
king of new york with these underground k!llas
ride, ride, n-gga f-ck the n-ggas, n-gga

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