ROBBERY (feat. Doechii)

A$AP Rocky

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    Superstar, jazz man, no guitar, rockstar
    In charge, I'm the general, my gunners pop off
    Popcorns, y'all coons, all y'all do is log on
    New York, eat a glizzy, now these niggas hot, dog
    AK in the seat, always been a hot boy
    Dolce on the briefs, always been a top dog
    Flacko Season, socks on, some think I robbed them
    Why last seven years, only dropped like five songs?
    Peace, love, bye, God, big bodyguards
    Strong arm, buy guns, let bygones be bygones
    Can't do a fit check, you'd get the price wrong
    Snake printed leather, but you picked a python (shh, yeah)

    Mm, come on, get on top of me, baby
    You like the way I shop, well you should sponsor me, baby, uh
    I'm the Basquiat Banji, I know you want my Bantu knots in your 'Cedes, uh
    Say that there, leave that there, we both rock Flintstones, they bound to stare
    Them late nights, we ate angel hairs
    They gon' hate where they can't compete or compare
    Sex on the beach, please don't spill it on the mink, mwah
    Address me as Chi-Chi, not Doechii when I'm in the wild, mwah
    Rubies on the brooch, vintage leather Coach
    You ain't invent this, ho, so please don't approach, mwah
    Watch my Black ass sit on this suede seat, mwah
    We takin' up space, these White folks don't phase me, mwah
    Let's propose a toast, looks could kill the host
    Princess cut diamonds on me, so cutthroat, mwah

    Come on, rock with me, babe
    And take it all off, it's a robbery, babe, uh
    Yeah, get on top of me, babe
    Open up your legs, save a spot for me, babe
    Make it hot for me, babe
    Kissin' on you, girl, you can swallow me, babe, uh

    Got it out the mud, whipped it out the bowl
    Drop it on the scales to sell it down the road
    Went from printed tees to vintage tees
    Now it's princess cuts to kiss the queen
    If I'm the king of fashion, you the prince of thieves
    So just bow your head and kiss the ring
    Put on all my chains, I'm Mr. T
    And if you tattletale, I'm Pistol Pete
    Boy, they slidin', they steppin', won't miss the beat
    Rob you to your face, thank you and pinch your cheek, mwah

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    And I'm tired of you niggas, honestly, nigga
    I had to dust the crown on you niggas, I frown on you niggas
    I had to get from 'round of you niggas
    I ain't bowin' down to not nan' one of you niggas
    Fashion killer, ain't no gun on me, nigga
    You ain't gotta be my blood to be a son of me, nigga, what?
    Real rap bitch, no prosthetics
    I'm prophetic, nigga, suckin' off my tits

    Ahem, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I don't mean to disturb
    But this is a robbery, yes, you heard right (everybody on the motherfuckin' floor)
    Now I'm gonna need everybody on the left to get undressed (rr), pause (get the fuck down, bitch)
    Your phones, your credit cards, keys to the cars
    On my right, don't move, don't make a sound, you'll be aight (don't move a muscle, nigga)
    You can keep your pride in your life
    Ayy, ayy, player, ayy, player, let me see that ice (hahahahahaha)

    My number one option, for sure
    You've been runnin' through my mind like an obstacle course
    Got my hands on your thighs with my eyes on the door
    Cupid shot through my heart, then I dropped to the floor
    Now you gettin' all this blood all over Flacko décor
    Know you love you a baddie from a tropical shore
    Put your bags in my trunk like the top of the Porsche
    Plus the Rolls open up like them hospital doors, ah

    Yeah, yeah, now come and rock with me, babe (rock with me, babe)
    Take it all off 'cause it's a robbery, babe (robbery, babe)
    Take it off, take it off and get on top of me, babe (on top of me)
    Open up your legs, save a spot for me, babe (I'll open up my legs)
    That's right, make it hot for me, babe (make it hot for me, babe)
    Kissin' on you, girl, you can swallow me, babe (you can swallow me, babe)
    I know that you a lady, would you thot for me, babe? (Would you thot for me, babe?)
    I know that you a rider, would you die for me, babe? Come on

    Say that there, leave that there
    We both rock Flintstones, they bound to stare
    We ate angel hairs
    They gon' hate, but they can't compete or compare
    A$AP, Doechii
    Too chic, ah

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    Composición: Duke Ellington, Irving Mills, Rakim Mayers, Juan Tizol, Jaylah Hickmon y Jordan Patrick

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