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[Verse 1]
Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide
Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized
Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm lucified
Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide
Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide
Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized
Good and bad having wars, nigga, choose a side

[Chorus:]
[Припев:]
Her pistol go, “Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop!”
Её пистолет стреляет: "Бах-бах, бум-бум, бух-бух!"
Her pistol go, “Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop!”
Её пистолет стреляет: "Бах-бах, бум-бум, бух-бух!"
I said her pistol go, “Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop!”

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem,
Я люблю развратных шл**, в этом моя е**ная проблема,
And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem.
И, да, я люблю е**ться, у меня е**ная проблема.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem,
Я люблю развратных шл**, в этом моя е**ная проблема,
And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem.
И, да, я люблю е**ться, у меня е**ная проблема.

[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem

[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem

[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

[Intro]
I get so high, I touch the sky 'til I can't even function
I get so high, I fuck around and wanna leave the function
The only thing that's on my mind is I'm gon' leave with something
But it's nothing, and we roll one with the 'tussin, and we gon' get

[Hook]
Get lit

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
A new disease in my town called Idiotic
Every pretty lady in my city got it, point blank
Periodically empty seats, dine at Ciprianis
Like Beyoncé, they're getting by or they get embodied
So Sasha Fierce, a whole lot of tears
Rolling down her cheeks, crying till she's sound asleep
Preach, pray that today is not a lonely one

[Intro: slowed down]
Sheeeit, nigga

[Chace Infinite]
Fuck the bullshit my nigga
Y'all niggaz started this shit, ASAP started it, y'all finish it
Don't let these motherfuckin devils come in between y'all
and start tryin to separate shit

Clams Casino Nigga
ASAP, ASAP

[Verse 1]
Mister Pistol Popper - Flacko locked and loaded
Life's a bitch and she pussy pop (know why) cause I got her open
That pussy soakin', fuck is you promotin'
Yea, you claim you rage, you hatin' like you live in Oakland…

[Intro: ASAP Rocky]
Hello it's The Mack, sit back and relax
As we chat on ways to make a couple stacks off your snatch
Hol' up here's the catch, you might have to hit the track
Take a loss, make it back, if you get caught bitch shut your trap

[Hook: ASAP Rocky]
All my life, I've been waiting for love

[Intro:]
This is my story
My struggle uh
My bittersweet symphony
My pain... Check it;

Food getting lower

[Verse 1]
Get money addict, I'mma get "Money" tatted
Money in the attics, money in the stashes
Money in the cabinets, stuffed in the mattress
Safe full of guns, more money up in that shit
Taz Arnold TI$A, Jeremy Scott Adidas
Maison Martin Margiella, three strap sneakers
Riding with a feature, student and a teacher

[Bridge]
This is for my niggas gettin high on the regular
This is for my bitches gettin high on the regular

[Verse 1: (Rocky)]
Purple drink I still sip
Purple weed blunt still lit
Real nigga, real bitch

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
All I think about is life, nights, sippin' on Sprite
Little codeine, nigga get throwed right
Two blonde dykes wanna kiss all night
I just pray to God that the shit go right
Little argument, and their fists don't fight
Fuck a dog ho and the bitch gon' bite
A$AP nigga, sip Cris all night

Wake up feelin blessed up
Pissing when that dress up
Ain’t afraid to show it, I’ll expose it if I dress up
Riding in that tester, roast a nigga ketchup
Sippin on that syrup til I’m messed up like yea sir
So now I’m getting changed, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes, never changed, still the same
We fuck bitches, get paper