Telephone Calls (打电话) (Explicit) - A$AP Mob/A$AP Rocky/Tyler, The Creator Written by：A$AP Rocky & Tyler, The Creator Brr brr brr brr
Ring ring ring post man
Who this
Telephone call from young Carti said it's lit
Call the young Lord A$AP Bari he legit Money clean young boy Ian Connor off the sh*t Young Lord F**kin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six
This is Gosha man I pay for p**sy No sir
Ridin' coaster roller coaster chauffer I got money bags I'ma bag your b**ch I'ma buy your b**ch I got money bags turn up turn up I'ma cash this sh*t I'ma cash this sh*t I got money bags turn up turn up Cash Carti b**ch Cash Carti b**ch Carti Carti You can have this sh*t you can have this sh*t What you want yo Godfather rap nappy plaits to the back James Brown swag Papa's got a brand new bag And I don't know how to act On or off the record might go axe Harlem back up on the map True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks Pop your Snapple cap pop facts Gucci and Dior biddin' wars Who order a piece before they hit the floors Not even sh*t you see overseas in stores Who else with me I know you seen the force I'm in Gibral' I been the Lord Holy tabernacle missiles snap your favorite rapper Greedy for the fat guy's platter Killin' niggas even though black lives matter
Weak stomach flow make 'em throw up Steppin' stones I'm your stepfather Tell Tyler better step his flow up Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola Nextel or the Motorola
Young ni**a prolly never grow up Post man with the telephone uh
Ring ring ring post man
Who this
F**k with Taco f**k with Jasper F**k with Lionel man that sh*t is gon' get sketchy Shirt is striped my shorts are short My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not f**k with Giuseppe F**k the Gucci f**k the Raf And f**k the swag and all that other sh*t they wearin' F**k the Rolls and f**k the 'Rari F**k the Lambo Tyler only ride McLaren Niggas think they really on because they trappin' Made about like 30 thousand F**k the party threw the carnival Attendance this year was like 30 thousand Shoppin' ballin' opal fire diamonds shinin' Make sure my sapphire's glistenin' Make the sh*t I wear the sh*t They cop the sh*t it's Golf you b**ch you niggas trippin' I'm a businessman you ain't never been the man Ni**a tax bracket changed like have you seen my home Crib got a tennis court Get my Venus and Serena on Golf in this b**ch better ring the doctor Ambulance come when I hit the scene That boy flier than a bag of bees I got my flowers life's a jeweler Diamond fingers size of a tumor He's a genius have you heard the rumors He's a winner no not a loser F**k passin' blunts pass my niggas opportunities Goddamn I'm hot man I'm not scared to freeze January Hawaiian shirts Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me Where's the mirror I'm that ni**a Kunta ain't got much sh*t on me 'Cause I'm a master I hit my own back To be like Y'all boys my ni**a F**k that it's Golf b**ch
Doin' it for Yams ayy ayy
I used to do it for the grams ayy ayy
That's been way before Instagram ayy ayy
I used to serve it for your mans
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