A$AP Rocky - Houston Old Head lyrics

A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York.U.S.

[A$AP Rocky - Houston Old Head lyrics]

Yeah, uh uh, uh uh yeah, alright, alright
Yeah

Smoking, rolling reefer up
I adjust the tweakers up (Break it
Break it down) Break it down so
I can beat it up
Where the welcome back? Where the
Welcome mat? My sneakers tough
This is for my old head
Gon' turn your speakers up
"Rocky, where you been?" I been
Tryna make my ends meet
So I can cop that Bathing Ape
Or Jeremy Scott or 10 Deep
Bottles full of Rose, riding in the Benz jeep
Blowing money fast, now I'm finna think I'm
(Big Meech)
I met with my old head, we sat for a while
We rolled a couple Swishers
We chat for a while
I said, "I'm just on my grind
I come to Houston all the time" he said
"What's been goin' down in your
New York state of mind?"
Fine, you ever got days you
Feel like giving up
Like how you gon' eat when this gig is up?
When the chips is down and the jig is up
But I don't give a fuck
Roll another Swisher up
Cause I just came here down South so
I could get these pounds out
And move my mother nice somewhere
Nothin' closer than a townhouse
And my beats banging
Kicking harder than a roundhouse
I spoke with my old head and
This is what I found out

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin'
You'll be straight
Cause life is just a bitch
A bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin'
You'll be straight

Now my old head old age, bald head, Rogaine
Code red codeine, nose red, cocaine
Pimpin bitches since lemon chicken
Shrimp lo-mein
Gold chains, afros, platforms, Soul Train
And he told me 'bout that rapping
Trapping in the old days
When Pac hung with Shock before
That rat tat tat tat, nose rings
And I'm so high
I could fuck around and grow wings
And we sipping on something
Purpler than Soul Plane
We sip slow, we slow swang
We tip fours, on chrome wings
Told me I should head home
And do my own thang
Then I heard my phone rang, hold up
That's my old dame
Pick it up, I hit you back
Miss me and I miss you back she said
"Harlem miss you too and they can't
Wait to get you back
You should come on home
Leave the drugs alone and stick to rap
Just don't come back flossin' 'cause that
Type of shit'll get you clapped"

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin'
You'll be straight
Cause life is just a bitch
A bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin'
You'll be straight

I'm riding down, coming down for my old head
(yeah, yeah)
Junkied up, chunk the deuce for my old head
(Alright)
Sitting slow, riding down with my old head
(yeah)
Bury niggas talking down on my old head
(Alright, yeah)
Riding down, riding down with my old head
(yeah)
Chunk the deuce, give it up for my old head
(yeah)
Riding down, riding 'round with my old head
(Alright, alright)
For my old head, for my old head

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin'
You'll be straight
Cause life is just a bitch
A bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin'
You'll be straight

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