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yams day - a$ap twelvyy & a$ap ant lyrics

[intro: a$ap twelvyy]
stick ’em up, just stick ’em up
suck a n*gga, give it up
.38 to your dome
drop it off, give me some
step to a real n*gga
pistol whips all you know
i’m d*gg*n’ you b*tches
and you n*ggas
yo, yo, yo

[verse 1: a$ap twelvyy]
i need a hundred a show when i’m back on the road
we gon’ run it and grind it, it’s really no biggie
the bl!ckie and rickie, this fit be unreally
i really be bitty
i bust up a bag and i multiply fifty
i wanted a jag’ but i rather the bentley
yeah, i know ’bout the tax, i’ma tax for the kidney
i’m coming right back, i’ll be back in a jiffy
kick in the dirt and i’m out of the mud
land this suburban, i’m swerving the f*ck
back on the back and i’m stacking it up
my pack in the back, got a strap in the tuck (strap in the tuck)
propane, go fangs, lo mein, cocaine, dope fiends
gold chains, soul trains, road rage, oh, wait, woah, wait
[refrain: a$ap rocky & a$ap ferg]
fresh up out the grave
bet that’s i that you see
bludgeon out your brain, it’s your eyes that deceive you
i don’t see no evil, i know evil from my ears that i hear from my parents upstairs
say the prayers to the man upstairs, yeah (yeah)

[verse 2: a$ap rocky & a$ap ferg]
flaric era
give her chara
baby jesus, holy major in the cup of chara
i hooked the cable, it was illegal
growing young, we had a couple channels (hey)
rusty pliers just to turn the channels
antennas and a couple scanners (hey)
bandanas with the hammers (ooh*ooh, yeah)
g*fool boys and a couple scammers
bam pop a drop a cannon like a spanner
a toolbox with a couple hammers
hold hammers like i hold bananas
cozy boy like i’m hoe and nana
hold your phone up when i’m going ham
they on my hand, or they holding planners
wrap your body in a clothing hanger, like a old banana, yeah
[refrain: a$ap rocky]
fresh up out the grave
bet that’s i that you see
bludgeon out your brain, it’s your eyes that deceive you
i don’t see no evil, i know evil from my ears that i hear from my parents upstairs
say the prayers to the man upstairs, yeah

[verse 3: a$ap ant]
major city i touchdown
so many ones, gotta order some bricks (what?)
copping the ps from the plug, after we do business we do a handshake, uh
rolly in the sky like a minks
paris, i’m balling, i’m eating on grapes (ballin’)
i had to go straight to the bank
so much money i ran out of sp*ce (ran out of sp*ce)
versace my baller, my fork
jovish slur, i’m going to court (what?)
vacation, sipping that lean on resort (uh)
she want a baby (uh)
dealership, i copped the audi off the floor (vroom)
halo, now that boy trip with the lord (boom)
lambo’, i had to lift up my door
lambo’, i had to lift up my door

[chorus: a$ap ferg]
it’s a gangsta party, we gon’ do this everyday (yeah)
it’s a gangsta party, i got roofied then i lay (yeah)
it’s a gangsta party, we gon’ do this everyday (yeah)
it’s a gangsta party, she a cutie with the braids (yeah)
[outro: a$ap rocky]
stick ’em up, just stick ’em up
suck a n*gga, give it up (yeah)
.38 to your dome
drop it off, give me some (yeah)
step to a real n*gga
pistol whips all you know (yeah)
i’m d*gg*n’ you b*tches
and you n*ggas (yeah)

- aap twelvyy aap ant lyrics

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