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  • 410 – Crash 2.0 Lyrics

    [Verse 1: Skengdo]
    I heard mans whip in the nicest pot (Yes)
    Greedy cunt, yeah I want that grub (Want it)
    You wouldn’t think that I’m a skinny fuck
    My chargies rise and they take mans belt
    Sparkz just lurk, man he come like fox
    Free Slapit out the fucking box (Free him up, free him up)
    Rising heat and collecting dosh
    Bro don’t stress, man the clocks don’t stop
    Think I’m putting my faith in thots
    You must be mad, I don’t love thots
    Don’t be silly, just suck my cock
    Finish the drop, get jiggy then bop
    Cookie bud, yeah it coming like rock
    Raw flavours, don’t give me that dust
    Sticks and leaves, don’t give me that stuff
    Gelato wave got me feeling all maud
    Gelato wave got me feeling all maud
    You’re beefing me, I don’t beef this don
    I bought my rod, but the fishes gone
    Never man bait, man the shit gets long
    Ask .22 how the drill raps real?
    Then he drew man out, coulda made man spill (Ching)
    Sitting in the box, that’s never the deal
    Now everyone knows how Skengdo feels

    [Pre-Chorus: Skengdo]
    Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
    Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
    Been all ready like Clash of Clans
    When we rise those things and we crash your clan
    Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
    Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
    Been all ready like Clash of Clans
    When we rise those things and we crash your clan

    [Chorus: AM]
    Back with a bang (Boop-boop-boop)
    Slap and attack
    Crash in the back
    Mind where you hang (Boop-boop-boop)
    Act for the snap
    Chat dem are chat
    Not for the gang (Ayy-ayy)
    And do-do-do, look what I what brang, just look
    Look how they ran (Just look)

    [Verse 2: AM]
    How you gonna crash on me? (How?)
    Don’t you know I step with cra’
    Shh-shh, Crashaleen (Dudu)
    Man fill up the ting with gas
    Uh-uh, gasoline (Dudu)
    See a hella man talking wass (Wass, wass), wasaleen (Ugh)
    Look how many times we lurked and the feds can’t chat for me (No way)
    She was tryna get me burst, but you ain’t trapping me (No way)
    Bitch that’s a mazza
    Uh, mazzaleen
    If I make one call right now, get jump like trampoline (Dudu)
    Clap man like tambourine (Ugh)
    And if you ever get caught on road
    I don’t wanna hear that you ain’t involved
    Kick down doors, coulda bruck mans toes
    Coulda bruck down bud, but your brass in broke
    Italian came with sauce and smoke
    Italian shoes, Italian coat
    They know, we know
    Baghdad doing the most

    [Pre-Chorus: AM, Skengdo]
    Back with a bang (Boop-boop-boop)
    Slap and attack
    Crash in the back
    Mind where you hang (Boop-boop-boop)
    Act for the snap
    Chat dem are chat
    Not for the gang (Ayy-ayy)
    And do-do-do, look what I what brang (Just look)
    Look how they ran (Just look)

    [Chorus: Skengdo]
    Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
    Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
    Been all ready like Clash of Clans
    When we rise those things and we crash your clan
    Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
    Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
    Been all ready like Clash of Clans
    When we rise those things and we crash your clan


  • ASAP Mob – Crazy Brazy (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

    Woah, woah, yo
    Woah, woah, woah
    I got a lot on my head
    Gucci rag tied on my head
    Put a red dot on your head
    I put that guap on your head
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that guap on my mind
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that nine to your mind
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    I don’t want no conversation
    I don’t need explanation
    Shoot with no hesitation
    They do it for a reputation
    They don’t play me on the station
    Press ’em like detonation
    Want more jelly than a Mason
    Man I’m rocky like a caveman
    We rock I’m a rockstar
    Try to cuff me like a cop car
    Try to play me like a popstar
    That’s how you get not far
    All my cus, niggas crazy
    All my bloods, niggas brazy
    Might just drop in on a Wednesday
    Been the shit designer wavy
    Don’t talk back, just give me face
    I got nines on my waist
    Hide them lines in the place
    I don’t care
    I’m with Flacko, you on flakka
    You got guns but won’t pop ’em
    I send niggas to the doctor
    I don’t care
    Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
    Baghdad land
    Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
    Black man, black hand side
    Anti everything since Yams died
    In dodge van by NY
    No who, what, where, why, when
    I got a lot on my head
    Gucci rag tied on my head
    Put a red dot on your head
    I put that guap on your head
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that guap on my mind
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that nine to your mind
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
    If I wanna take a flight there
    Man fuck it spend a life here
    Young thuggin in some Nike Airs
    Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
    Layin’ back by the pool, baby
    Bumpin’ that shit too wavy
    Counting stacks shit too brazy
    Walk around with a bag on me
    Walk around with a flag on me
    Bickin back I got mad homies
    Joey Fatts might blast for me
    Tote the tecs I got cash homie
    Take it back I got crack on me
    This and that got that on me
    Where you from?
    Where you at homie?
    I got a lot on my head
    Gucci rag tied on my head
    Put a red dot on your head
    I put that guap on your head
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that guap on my mind
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that nine to your mind
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy


  • Aaron Rose – The Art Of Sole (Elixir Album)

    [Intro]
    I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
    They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
    I’m the J57
    I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
    The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

    [Verse 1]
    It has been a long time coming, ever since my farther [?]
    I knew that I would be something, the abundance of talents
    I managed to perceive before I breath
    Bit clear to me, I understand it, I’m granted
    The life of art, the life I dream up in the dark
    So then the light I spark arise of every two in which I thought
    I would grow up to be, but hopefully the road I see
    Would lead to greatness, so first I got to find the golden key
    To rev the engine, the sector brain with no syringes
    Open up the mind so first I got to disable the hinges
    They block me out, I’m independ-
    I’m trying to picture something up your gold
    No I’m never talking for the glitter
    They reminisce on the essence I see myself spit
    The same thing I found myself with
    The same thing connecting us through vibrations, I know you felt this
    Feel like someone hit the rail switch
    We just some freight trains, afraid to run off track
    I took my own route, now I’m never coming back
    And that’s a fact, in a universe full with opinions
    So despicable, I’m ducking you internet minions
    Your criticism ain’t nothing more than a comet
    You should calm it down, ’cause I’m still viewed as a comet
    And Steelo was a shooting star
    So if you seen him, you know you were going far
    Now here we are

    [Hook]
    I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
    But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
    I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
    The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
    I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
    But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
    I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
    The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

    [Verse 2]
    This is the moment I’m breaking my inhibition
    Rejoicing the villain to know I fit with the description
    I’ve done reflection when I’m looking up
    You stand in front your mirror, do you see the same one?
    We just begun this dynasty so they won’t be subside to me
    I swear to God, I’m breaking through the tyrannies
    To freelance a free man
    So as I vividly paint you niggas my motion picture
    I’m conjuring longevity with this potion Elixir
    But momma told me to finish my food first, "You right"
    So my dinner plate filling up after every bite
    This appetite will make these wack rap niggas half as nice
    Now double the work, you can get the bragging rights
    To overshadow where I shine
    But we both know, The Pros never be the cons, we a different kind
    Even if you missed a line you won’t miss my prime
    This is bombs of Baghdad mixed with Vietnam
    Saddam Hussein, two tanks of propane won’t blow you niggas up
    I am Cobain, fuck what you see in front
    ‘Cause a wise man will never speak
    You just showing too much December
    Dry your seed up before you could even grow it
    A natural poet, on a road to entourages of the chosen
    I’m started to grow my conscience, unlocking up every solar
    Side, I used to conquer my life
    But this a write to angel to momma, "Your son will still arrive"

    [Hook]
    I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
    But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
    I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
    The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
    I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
    But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
    I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
    The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

    [Outro]
    I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
    They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
    I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
    They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
    I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
    They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
    I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
    They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke, nigga


  • A$AP MOB – Crazy Brazy Lyrics

    [Intro: A$AP Rocky]
    Woah, woah, yo
    Woah, woah, woah

    [Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
    I got a lot on my head
    Gucci rag tied on my head
    Put a red dot on your head
    I put that guap on your head
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that guap on my mind
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that nine on your mind
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
    I don’t want no conversation
    I don’t need explanation
    Shoot with no hesitation
    They do it for a reputation
    They don’t play me on the station
    Press ’em like detonation
    Want more jelly than a Mason
    Man I’m rocky like a caveman

    [Verse 2: Key!]
    We rock I’m a rockstar
    Try to cuff me like a cop car
    Try to play me like a popstar
    That’s how you get not far

    [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
    All my cousins, niggas crazy
    All my bloods, niggas brazy
    Might just drop in on a Wednesday
    Been the shit designer wavy

    [Verse 4: Key!]
    Don’t talk back, just give me face
    I got nines on my waist
    Hide them lines in the place
    I don’t care
    I’m with Flocko, you on Flocka
    You got girls [?]
    I send niggas to the doctor
    I don’t care

    [Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
    Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
    Baghdad land
    Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
    Black man, black hands [?]
    [?]
    No who, what, where, why, when

    [Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
    I got a lot on my head
    Gucci rag tied on my head
    Put a red dot on your head
    I put that guap on your head
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that guap on my mind
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that nine in your mouth
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy

    [Verse 6: A$AP Twelvvy]
    Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
    If I wanna take a flight there
    Man fuck it spend a life here
    Young thuggin is a night years
    Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
    Layin’ back by the pool, baby
    Bumpin’ [?], too wavy
    Counting stacks shit too brazy
    Walk around with a bag on me
    Walk around with a flag on me
    Bicken Back I got mad hoes
    Joey [?] might blast for me
    Talk to [?] I got cash homie
    Take it back I got crack on me
    This and that got that on me
    Where you from?
    Where you at homie?

    [Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
    I got a lot on my head
    Gucci rag tied on my head
    Put a red dot on your head
    I put that guap on your head
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    Don’t be talking to me crazy
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that guap on my mind
    I got a lot on my mind
    I put that nine in your mouth
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy
    Don’t talk to me brazy