Long Live A$AP Lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women
Ain't had no pot to p*** in, now my kitchen full of dishes
Nose b***** from that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger finger itching f*** parental supervision
This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and
A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen
Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis
A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion
My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas
m********* a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition

For my benjis and my Bentley, and them b****** now I gets gets
On the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans
Toking on that biscuit till I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history
Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]

Who said you can't live forever lied
Of course, I'm living forever I'll
Forever, I'll live long
You can't ever deny
My flaws, I'm living forever I'll
Forever, I'll LIVE
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Riding through your city like that m*********a mine
Or toking on that semi, rob a m*********a blind
License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989
But a n**** sits so pretty call that m*********** fine
Lost your m************ mind, what's on your mind n***** talking down
Never talk to cops, make him talk God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch your back
Better guide your track, better not look back
Now stay in line, don't step on cracks
So you break her back I'm talking 'bout your mom
Cause there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines
Out committing crimes, wait for s*** to simmer down
Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine
On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya
Where they shoot without a purpose, services 'n hearses
Kids who ain't deserve it, can't survive a thing, you're worthless
Strangers make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?


Pretty n**** rich, Flacko be the s***
And that b****, know we poppin' so she boppin' on this d***
n****, R.I.P. to PIMP, can't forget Little Flip

And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to triple six
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