A$AP Mob - Gotham City lyrics

rate me

Hook:

Pull the mouth where he at

grown up quite the map

turn em down in the trap

four pound for the struck

big gun go bleah, west side, west side

real niggas all black

sip me so alive

Full the mouth where he at

grown quite the map

turn em down in the trap

four pound for the struck

big guns go bleah, west side, west side

real niggas all black cozy boy so alive

Young trap y'all dama the pearl

bought it up boy nigga get murdered

pullin out boy play with the dirt

em and hore sleeping the earth

she feeling my clothe she leavin the skirt

she says she love cold she sleep in her..

send me on her tag guns gonna flirt

bang bang bang in the middle one squirt

she frontin my body, consume me my..

Versace my..better you sell her..

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Fuck bitches that side me

whack bitches move can't leave

last niggas of a dime breathe

and me myself and Irene

nigga hear them sirens

when I thought pimpin then I squeeze

turn a bitch sip..

when I drop that ass with that Timmy

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We all with that mitch mami

go real nigga speak funny

my eyes open 'cause the street's hungry

a new Jack fuck a G money

niggas dead over sneak money

shit ain't sweet honey

the streets love me right airs in the pitch rugby

I go hard 'cause them niggas thought police thug me

I'm in the hell yeah that bitch made of b stug me

or your crib why your bitch make a fist on me

I'm a greedy nigga stuck in my face

getting money fucking bitches yeah I'm stuck in my ways

bout to turn 23 but I give 0 fuss

niggas wanna sign me sudden niggas 0..what's up

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Guess our pistol poppin business nigga manja on

expensive taste in guns shawty copin cron

I'm in love with the chopper dog

hit em, get em, spend em

tryin to fuck nigga to a ballin pasta dog

I'm out off

and nigga fuck bitch game on, can you touch this

and the biscuit that the..off bitch

fuck shit and the world ..front shit if.. nothing

thrown with the fuck shit young nigga front this

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