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Feels So Good (feat. A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Nast, A$AP Twelvyy & a$AP Ant)
A$AP Mob
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Yeah A$AP Mob in this motha****a Tried to told ya Yo Yams what's up Skinny black nigga, all black get-up Calvin Klein trench, make me look trap killa I am rap skrilla, Michael Jack back, in my rap Check the trap, trilla, Nasty back, track killa Call me young Jack Ripper, rest in peace wack niggas With this rap, Nast sicker than the sickest of the sickest generation Ya'll just hating, cause we made it, celebration got me faded Blazing up, I feel amazing, but I'm just saying Like what you saying, y'all be playing All are prey to a pack of wolves, that never ate Or so they say, they could be fake, whoever know We sold our souls, we sold our minds I lost my mind, but that's all lies, because I'm all fine So Cold (feat. A$ap Nast & A$ap Ferg) by Da$h, A$AP Nast, A$AP Ferg from the album V.I.C.E.S. I got this game, this b***h is mine, nig b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh Ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride, ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride, ride wit a real nigga Roll a couple grams, black hoe with a tan Bands don't just make her dance, bet the b***h will **** my friends Feeling like I'm Cam nigga, put her on the cam nigga And she got a man, she only love me for my jams, damn I'm drunk as a fish, inhaling a spliff, can't you see I'm loaded And I won't stop till I'm dead or I'm rich, young niggas control it Fold niggas like clothing, say my side what you opposing? Leave him stiff like he was posing, never scared of overdosing, yup Asked for a pill, handed her two Say you get high, well prove it then boo Ordered a 'tel, call up your crew And we set it off just like Jada would do True, they say the real niggas don't lie You was never close to I so I suggest you never try, yeah so b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh Ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride, ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride, ride wit a real nigga Trap lord and I'm righteous Cozy boy and I'm still reclining Bad b***h in Manolo Blahnik I pump that ass like that colonic Feel the bass and that beat knocking Can't see my face, I'm beneath the stocking Stocky n*gga but the heat brolic Get your head chopped like supersonic Yamborghini in a Lamborghini Margiela b***h in that red bikini French b***h suck seven weewees Ask Rock if you don't believe me Mobbing hard with my mob Trap lord the young god A$AP we go hard Brraaap boy in yo car Lay flat boy, it's yo gun Feeling like a task force with that chrome Feeling like I'm Flex boy with that bomb (BOOM) Tec spray like cologne Better get that tec boy, you're so gone Hit him in the neck, jaw or his arm You better not flex boy when I zone Cause I draw guns like Crayons b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh b***h I'm cold, b***h I'm cold Yeah, b***h I'm cold, yeah, yeah, b***h I'm cold, uh
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