A$AP Rocky - Masquarade lyrics
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[A$AP Rocky - Masquarade lyrics]
Uh, yeah
I was just a youngin' with
Nothin' and doin' nothin'
Pocket full of buttons
And hopefully you niggas push 'em
Banana clips are my Republic
While we on the subject
Wrote this with my feet up on the table
I was on my tushie
Hopin' they swim with toughin' 'cause
Most of you niggas cushion
High school was where they flunked 'em
I was failin' every subject
My favorite class was bathroom
The hallway and lunch, gym
The skeletons in my closet
No Indians in my cupboard
Only time it was YMCA was
When we was hoopin'
See a baddie with some Prada and baby heads
We was cuffin'
Fuck it, appreciate the pretty things
But shit is rugged
Came into the world with nothin'
Best to leave with somethin' fuck it
Ooh, uh, uh moves, make your moves, uh
Ooh, uh, uh the game is all, uh
Ooh, uh, uh the game is all-
She was just a youngin'
The beginning days of lovin'
Before she desired clubbin'
Nails and designer luggage
Before the extra baggage
Shortie would travel with no one
She was posted up with moneys
But cellphones came with the buttons
You don't wanna pick up my call, bitch?
You send me to voicemail, bitch?
Where the fuck you at, bitch?
I pay the motherfuckin' rent, bitch
Where the fuck you at, bitch?
I love you baby, please call me back
Her mama boost and smuggle
Her daddy knew how to hustle
This shit is like a circus
Either die or learn to juggle
The concrete jungle, every day was a struggle
Weave down to her navel so
They call that ho Rapunzel
Name plane, Erin, name plate on her buckle
Name tatted on her arm, fluctuate from muscle
Fast forward to all the troubles
Who knew the future would crumble
Just a kid blowin' bubbles
Man look at what the world has come to
Got to fuck on random tricks
When she don't want to
Got to suck on random dick
Hopin' that he comes soon, damn
I was just a youngin' with
Nothin' and doin' nothin'
Pocket full of buttons
And hopefully you niggas push 'em
Banana clips are my Republic
While we on the subject
Wrote this with my feet up on the table
I was on my tushie
Hopin' they swim with toughin' 'cause
Most of you niggas cushion
High school was where they flunked 'em
I was failin' every subject
My favorite class was bathroom
The hallway and lunch, gym
The skeletons in my closet
No Indians in my cupboard
Only time it was YMCA was
When we was hoopin'
See a baddie with some Prada and baby heads
We was cuffin'
Fuck it, appreciate the pretty things
But shit is rugged
Came into the world with nothin'
Best to leave with somethin' fuck it
Ooh, uh, uh moves, make your moves, uh
Ooh, uh, uh the game is all, uh
Ooh, uh, uh the game is all-
She was just a youngin'
The beginning days of lovin'
Before she desired clubbin'
Nails and designer luggage
Before the extra baggage
Shortie would travel with no one
She was posted up with moneys
But cellphones came with the buttons
You don't wanna pick up my call, bitch?
You send me to voicemail, bitch?
Where the fuck you at, bitch?
I pay the motherfuckin' rent, bitch
Where the fuck you at, bitch?
I love you baby, please call me back
Her mama boost and smuggle
Her daddy knew how to hustle
This shit is like a circus
Either die or learn to juggle
The concrete jungle, every day was a struggle
Weave down to her navel so
They call that ho Rapunzel
Name plane, Erin, name plate on her buckle
Name tatted on her arm, fluctuate from muscle
Fast forward to all the troubles
Who knew the future would crumble
Just a kid blowin' bubbles
Man look at what the world has come to
Got to fuck on random tricks
When she don't want to
Got to suck on random dick
Hopin' that he comes soon, damn