A$AP ANT - Chris Redfield lyrics

[A$AP ANT - Chris Redfield lyrics]

(Ayy, Manny, this joint crazy fool)
(Ayy, Terk, Sparkheem)

Rockstar like I'm Cobain
Got her feet dancing like Soul Train
Michael Jackson on the beat
Y'all niggas be like Jermaine
Got the Cody in the booth I
Feel like the Carter to Wayne (Wheezy)
Just like Fifa I kick this
Sold out show get they bought out the tickets

I'm living exquisite, marina my weed
No I'm not smoking no midget
Y'all niggas I shit off my pivot
You know I get it I spend it
I got a bitch that get on her knees she
Do what I say she do what I please
Hue on my sneakers and Prada my jeans
I'm on a flight to a new country
Smell like the bay that's new money


I'm a playboy I got new bunnies
Fell asleep by the pool woke up to sun
Fell asleep off the drink woke up at 1
Come like a baby I pick up your homie
She bending over I poke it and stroke it
Pockets on this but no I'm not Loki
Just like I'm pony boy bitch I'm so golden
Icy my diamonds they water polo
Shooting a movie like Christopher Nolan
I got the gift I invented the vision
Said fuck school I ain't show to detention

Rockstar like I'm Cobain
Got her feet dancing like Soul Train
Michael Jackson on the beat
Y'all niggas be like Jermaine
Got the Cody in the booth I
Feel like the Carter to Wayne
Just like Fifa I kick this
Sold out show get they bought out the tickets
Rockstar like I'm Cobain
Got her feet dancing like Soul Train
Michael Jackson on the beat
Y'alk niggas be like Jermaine
Got the Cody in the booth I
Feel like the Carter to Wayne
Just like Fifa I kick this
Sold out show get they bought out the tickets

Lamb chops and blue hunnids my diet
I cheat on my bitch and she said I was toxic
I been that boy since Timo was sidekick
Benihana living I'm drinking on Sake
Hannibal murder ain't no Irv Gotti
Smoking the gas I feel like a Nazi
Mafia ties disposing the body
I never fold origami
I got the gun like a army
Bitch just like a Barbie
She gave me head in my car seat
Blocking her after bitch never call me
Serving her weed but it's parsley
Aim at his head that gun gave him a baldie
No range you just like Charles Barkley
No range you just like Charles Barkley

Rockstar like I'm Cobain
Got her feet dancing like Soul Train
Michael Jackson on the beat
Y'all niggas be like Jermaine
Got the Cody in the booth I
Feel like the Carter to Wayne (Wheezy)
Just like Fifa I kick this
Sold out show get they bought out the tickets

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