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a$ap doggy - cookin soul lyrics

[letra de “a$ap doggy”]

[verse 1: a$ap rocky]
listen, i was on the highway twistin’
with my uncle snoop and we pimpin’
listen, green screen behind me
ice cream when it was 06
i was like seventeen with them n*ggas
want a red beam
what i want for christmas?
two gold t**th from my dentist
oh my god, man, i need to print this
man, i’m apprentice
man, i need to prince this
man princesses in my ear did you witness
snoop dogg beside me, man, did you get this
man, i’m the*
i get fit, i’m the freshest
you need fitness, n*gga, ridiculous how i spit this
off the tip, tip, of my high
get my d*ck tip sucked by your thot, on my cot
on the cot, on my yacht
what the f*ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
a$ap rocky on the mtv
a$ap rocky on the forbes
a$ap rocky in dior
a$ap rocky in yo’ b*tch drawеrs
a$ap rocky in her walls
what the f*ck, n*gga?
get thе f*ck up out my b*lls
congratulate me, round of applause
i swear to god, man
i’m just sittin’ with the dogg
snoop lion, why you lyin’, man?
i’m just like the iron man
yea, salomon
better holla, man
go to skate key back in days like [?], man
flacko all about the dollar, man
cozy tapes comin’ on the way
in my young swoogy black [?] know you got the grapes
everybody mad
i’mma pass it to the uncle
hit him with the funk, hit him with the pump
what you want?
[verse 2: snoop dogg & a$ap rocky]
what you want, what you need? (what you need?)
i’m snoop dogg and i supply all the weed (all the weed)
i’m the lion chasing down the zebras (zebras)
shout out to all the libras (ay, ay, libra gang)
yea, that’s us
and we don’t f*ck around, we just get the money and we come on up
we keep it laid back, n*ggas try to play with us
but they can’t stay with us, but they b*tches lay with us
we keep in the cut, make this sh*t move right (ajah)
i keep this sh*t groovin’ because i proved mines
a long time ago, when i was young yo
i’m just a mc trynna’ get my flow yo (ajah)
and when i got it right, i mean i got it tight (yeah)
my sh*t blew up like the motherf*cking satellite (satellite)
i had people trynna’ take pictures of me
b*tches wanna’ lay down, they say they wanna’ love me (ah?)
n*ggas wanna hug me (ah?)
they mothers wanna hug me (ah?!)
really didn’t matter cuz’ you n*ggas couldn’t budge me (ah?)
i’m the coldest when it comes to this freestyle (yeah)
i’m big snoop dogg, yes i’m the g style (ahh)
and you can open up the book and check my g*files
i’m just floatin’ on the water like a sea style (uhh)
but let me give it to you n*ggas so you know the truth
it’s snoopy d*o*double g i’m spittin’ in the booth
i’m sittin’ back with my n*gga rocky cuz’ he cool (ah?)
and we gon’ do this sh*t and take you n*ggas back to school (ah?)
see i’m a fool when it comes to droppin’ cold rhymes (ah?)
snoopy d*o*double*g i’m class of ’89 (ahh)
i keep this sh*t poppin’ off the dome and yes it’s true
i wanna dedicate this one to you and you (you*you, you, you, you, you, you)

- cookin soul lyrics

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