A$AP ANT, Zombie Juice - Yellow Dragon Fruit lyrics
[A$AP ANT, Zombie Juice - Yellow Dragon Fruit lyrics]
What?
Diamonds in watch Macarena, it's dancing
Look at my chain
That shit cold like the Aspens
He dissing last week
And we caught that boy lackin'
Run with the rock like I'm Darren McFadden
Overseas bitch and she dripping in Prada
Like Peyton Manning I throw in the pocket
Fifties and hundreds, man, I don't do wallets
I wanted to fuck her
But bitch got some mileage
I cop an Audi, that bitch had no mileage
Cartier frames, do not just wear glasses
Leather boy did it, we go get the casket
I got a Rollie but I need the Patek
He got a gun but he not gonna blast it
I cannot chill, I heard that boy ratted
Ass so fat, I clapped it
I'm rockin' the Jordans but
I'm switching to Dior
I need the Benz off the showroom floor
Sippin' the lean
That shit sweat out my pores
I did it myself and I made my own tour
Lobster and pasta, I eat like a mobsta
Wayne, Big's, I'm the top
Shotta, playing my role, i win an Oscar
All about Benjamins, I need the dollars
All about Benjamins, I need the dollars
That nigga a turncoat
That bitch gave me good throat
Smoking that good dope
Clase Azul, bring another bottle
And she ain't thick, seen a women she a model
Trippy like Jimmy
Addie on sight with the beam like he 50
Eliantte certify my shit clean though
Flatbush Ave, on the block with real Nino's
Had them thangs in my socks
Since a teen though
Drop out, never copped out
Never snitched real
Internet hater, you need an outlet
I been to Japan and made a big flex
Bape and the tee sold out in seconds
Kick, push, and flip the weight, Marino
Infiltrate the game, set the stakes
Remember we had less to stay
Gold bottles like yesterday
You better check on my resume
(What?) You better check on my resume
Diamonds in watch Macarena, it's dancing
Look at my chain
That shit cold like the Aspens
He dissing last week
And we caught that boy lackin'
Run with the rock like I'm Darren McFadden
Overseas bitch and she dripping in Prada
Like Peyton Manning I throw in the pocket
Fifties and hundreds, man, I don't do wallets
I wanted to fuck her
But bitch got some mileage
Diamonds in watch Macarena, it's dancing
Look at my chain
That shit cold like the Aspens
He dissing last week
And we caught that boy lackin'
Run with the rock like I'm Darren McFadden
Overseas bitch and she dripping in Prada
Like Peyton Manning I throw in the pocket
Fifties and hundreds, man, I don't do wallets
I wanted to fuck her
But bitch got some mileage
I cop an Audi, that bitch had no mileage
Cartier frames, do not just wear glasses
Leather boy did it, we go get the casket
I got a Rollie but I need the Patek
He got a gun but he not gonna blast it
I cannot chill, I heard that boy ratted
Ass so fat, I clapped it
I'm rockin' the Jordans but
I'm switching to Dior
I need the Benz off the showroom floor
Sippin' the lean
That shit sweat out my pores
I did it myself and I made my own tour
Lobster and pasta, I eat like a mobsta
Wayne, Big's, I'm the top
Shotta, playing my role, i win an Oscar
All about Benjamins, I need the dollars
All about Benjamins, I need the dollars
That nigga a turncoat
That bitch gave me good throat
Smoking that good dope
Clase Azul, bring another bottle
And she ain't thick, seen a women she a model
Trippy like Jimmy
Addie on sight with the beam like he 50
Eliantte certify my shit clean though
Flatbush Ave, on the block with real Nino's
Had them thangs in my socks
Since a teen though
Drop out, never copped out
Never snitched real
Internet hater, you need an outlet
I been to Japan and made a big flex
Bape and the tee sold out in seconds
Kick, push, and flip the weight, Marino
Infiltrate the game, set the stakes
Remember we had less to stay
Gold bottles like yesterday
You better check on my resume
(What?) You better check on my resume
Diamonds in watch Macarena, it's dancing
Look at my chain
That shit cold like the Aspens
He dissing last week
And we caught that boy lackin'
Run with the rock like I'm Darren McFadden
Overseas bitch and she dripping in Prada
Like Peyton Manning I throw in the pocket
Fifties and hundreds, man, I don't do wallets
I wanted to fuck her
But bitch got some mileage
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