LRC歌词


[ar:A$AP Rocky/Gunplay/A$AP Ferg]
[ti:Ghetto Symphony]
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[00:00.44]Written by:Rakim Mayers/Eddie Montilla/Tivon Key/Richard Morales, Jr./Darold Ferguson/Jonathan Williams/Imogen Heap/Peter Chill/Allan Sigsworth
[00:00.89]Producer:V Don/Lord Flacko
[00:01.34]Do just what I tell you
[00:07.76]Don't come in any closer
[00:13.97]And no one will get hurt
[00:19.97]Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two
[00:25.81]A rebel I be one day on that track with Gunplay
[00:28.80]Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André
[00:32.01]Beef is on my entree gin and juice that's Bombay
[00:35.22]Driving fast the wrong way I swear life is like a one way
[00:38.35]P**sy on a Sunday business on a Monday
[00:41.54]My new crib came with feng shui and my closet is like a runway
[00:44.75]Come be my fiancee she f**k me in a Hyundai
[00:47.78]My rooftop got a lounge just sit around and watch her sunbathe
[00:51.13]Dinner date for one K shopping date for two K
[00:54.31]Bougie a** b**ch made me wait to f**k for two days
[00:57.54]Finally got it today swear to God my mood changed
[01:00.83]Top off like toupees drop off touche
[01:04.09]Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy
[01:07.41]And my outfit was in Vogue I'm a pretty boy
[01:10.37]Bounce boy Flacko tell 'em holla at a n**ga G
[01:13.44]Riding on my enemies this my ghetto symphony
[01:29.66]Don't come in any closer
[01:32.51]Don't come in any closer
[01:35.85]Don't come in any closer
[01:39.03]Don't come in any closer
[01:45.28]Whipping Whitney my mama as a witness
[01:48.37]B**ches lickin' and locking up my swishas
[01:51.62]Once she blow my whistle she know it's dismissal
[01:54.48]Spread the news I'm official now hop out my foreign vessel
[01:57.94]Before I get aggressive forget it war ready
[02:01.28]Already tested tears and blood invested
[02:04.06]Till my cardiac's arrested and my 40 ounce is empty
[02:07.56]Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that
[02:10.78]Black magic on the tires only I
[02:14.01]Rolling down a lonely mile phony smile
[02:16.88]Warrants police on me now still tourin'
[02:19.96]And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
[02:23.15]Pain in its purest form
[02:25.46]Don't complain I came to reign from here forward still noid
[02:29.51]So crib got clear doors
[02:32.05]Burning planes in my Air Force and all I can see is clear ports
[02:49.32]Don't come in any closer
[02:52.34]Don't come in any closer
[02:55.49]Don't come in any closer
[02:58.68]Don't come in any closer
[03:05.00]Since Rocky spit like André I'm gon' kill 'em like Big Boi
[03:08.21]These rappers is on my entrée eat 'em like cookies Chips Ahoy
[03:11.26]Mm enjoy when I get annoyed know a couple n**gas that'll kill for joy
[03:14.51]Either Gunplay runway trip avoid body get found by a lil' fishin' boy
[03:17.66]Arnold Schwarzen**ga toss a n**ga
[03:19.58]Like c*****e mixed with a roid
[03:20.97]Slow punch make a n**ga chin collide
[03:22.56]That's for talking how fast you could grip a nine
[03:24.41]D**n look how the hollow tip hit his spine
[03:27.39]Little motherf**kers that commit the crime
[03:29.03]These n**gas got the sidewalk sipping wine
[03:32.22]Guess that's why the ground sip the wine
[03:33.84]Pouring liq so I soak in lift and shine
[03:35.29]Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
[03:38.50]My soul gets cold when my n**gas died
[03:40.20]So and so n**gas live and die
[03:41.66]Beneath shoe soles you will reside
[03:45.02]Rappers get a mil for these freakin' lies
[03:46.46]Sign a couple deals for these freakin' lies
[03:47.95]How many times in your eyes has a n**ga died
[03:51.27]Never
[03:52.82]Spittin' it like a Beretta nobody do it better n**ga

文本歌词


Written by:Rakim Mayers/Eddie Montilla/Tivon Key/Richard Morales, Jr./Darold Ferguson/Jonathan Williams/Imogen Heap/Peter Chill/Allan Sigsworth
Producer:V Don/Lord Flacko
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two
A rebel I be one day on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André
Beef is on my entree gin and juice that's Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way I swear life is like a one way
P**sy on a Sunday business on a Monday
My new crib came with feng shui and my closet is like a runway
Come be my fiancee she f**k me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge just sit around and watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for one K shopping date for two K
Bougie a** b**ch made me wait to f**k for two days
Finally got it today swear to God my mood changed
Top off like toupees drop off touche
Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue I'm a pretty boy
Bounce boy Flacko tell 'em holla at a n**ga G
Riding on my enemies this my ghetto symphony
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Whipping Whitney my mama as a witness
B**ches lickin' and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle she know it's dismissal
Spread the news I'm official now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive forget it war ready
Already tested tears and blood invested
Till my cardiac's arrested and my 40 ounce is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down a lonely mile phony smile
Warrants police on me now still tourin'
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain in its purest form
Don't complain I came to reign from here forward still noid
So crib got clear doors
Burning planes in my Air Force and all I can see is clear ports
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Since Rocky spit like André I'm gon' kill 'em like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrée eat 'em like cookies Chips Ahoy
Mm enjoy when I get annoyed know a couple n**gas that'll kill for joy
Either Gunplay runway trip avoid body get found by a lil' fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzen**ga toss a n**ga
Like c*****e mixed with a roid
Slow punch make a n**ga chin collide
That's for talking how fast you could grip a nine
D**n look how the hollow tip hit his spine
Little motherf**kers that commit the crime
These n**gas got the sidewalk sipping wine
Guess that's why the ground sip the wine
Pouring liq so I soak in lift and shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul gets cold when my n**gas died
So and so n**gas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil for these freakin' lies
Sign a couple deals for these freakin' lies
How many times in your eyes has a n**ga died
Never
Spittin' it like a Beretta nobody do it better n**ga

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