A$AP Rocky, French Montana - This The Reason lyrics
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[A$AP Rocky, French Montana - This The Reason lyrics]
Rick, slick, slick, Rick uh, uh, ayy
Rick, slick, slick, slick, Rick uh
Yeah, I'm Ricky, yeah, I'm Ricky, shit yeah
This the reason why your girl
Walkin' bow legged
This the reason why them hoes goin' both ways
This the reason why she
Always comin' home late
See you in her recent, call
But it don't ring, don't ring
Flacko Jodye, Frenchy, Frenchy
How they throw me
Cocky poppi, copy, got it all upon my lonley
Niggas 'round their homies
Show me 'lil woadie
Brodie 'bout to bus' a forty
Never run up on me i ain't sorry, no
Niggas know how the story go
One time for my nigga, Shawty Lo
Hunnid chains on, twenty-four karat gold
Shawty blow, feds nap, now it's time to go
Talk about me and you
Your momma and your cosuin too
We pullin' up, slammin' on doors
Coke Boyz and them A$AP boys (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm on a bean, I was
On the corner servin' fiends, now
Now, I'm in a foreign
Lookin' clean now, seen, hah
Money make niggas turn to fiends, fiends, hah
Raggin' all them bitches used to dream about
See how we the reason why them
Bitches walkin' bow legged
We the reason, if we beefin'
Lookin' both ways
When you get to this paper, man
They all hate that's the reason why I rock
My shoes with no lace, hah
Get ignant, kick big shit, misfit
Got my dick tip sucked, sucked, hah
Makin' big shit, switch lanes
When the wrist flick, what's up
What the fuck?
Uh, big body nigga, Flacko Jodye, man
Ever since a little woadie showed the
Listenin' to Prince, I'm on the purple rain
Listen Rakim, I want a golden chain
Slick Rick got the eyepatch, I match
Now I got the new flatscreens and iPads
Let my side bitch do my income tax
Threw me in the jungle
Came back with a lion on my back
We supplyin' all of that
They be dyin' over there
Took a couple losses
But we ain't cryin' over that
There's some crack over there
I got racks over there
I ain't talkin' laptops
We got Macs over there
We be ridin' through the jungle
We was firin' with them bullets
We be climbin' up a ladder
We be ridin' when it fumble
Cash cold from the freezer
Got some hoes in the
The model was a drug dealer
The was a priest, hah
Rick, slick, slick, slick, Rick uh
Yeah, I'm Ricky, yeah, I'm Ricky, shit yeah
This the reason why your girl
Walkin' bow legged
This the reason why them hoes goin' both ways
This the reason why she
Always comin' home late
See you in her recent, call
But it don't ring, don't ring
Flacko Jodye, Frenchy, Frenchy
How they throw me
Cocky poppi, copy, got it all upon my lonley
Niggas 'round their homies
Show me 'lil woadie
Brodie 'bout to bus' a forty
Never run up on me i ain't sorry, no
Niggas know how the story go
One time for my nigga, Shawty Lo
Hunnid chains on, twenty-four karat gold
Shawty blow, feds nap, now it's time to go
Talk about me and you
Your momma and your cosuin too
We pullin' up, slammin' on doors
Coke Boyz and them A$AP boys (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm on a bean, I was
On the corner servin' fiends, now
Now, I'm in a foreign
Lookin' clean now, seen, hah
Money make niggas turn to fiends, fiends, hah
Raggin' all them bitches used to dream about
See how we the reason why them
Bitches walkin' bow legged
We the reason, if we beefin'
Lookin' both ways
When you get to this paper, man
They all hate that's the reason why I rock
My shoes with no lace, hah
Get ignant, kick big shit, misfit
Got my dick tip sucked, sucked, hah
Makin' big shit, switch lanes
When the wrist flick, what's up
What the fuck?
Uh, big body nigga, Flacko Jodye, man
Ever since a little woadie showed the
Listenin' to Prince, I'm on the purple rain
Listen Rakim, I want a golden chain
Slick Rick got the eyepatch, I match
Now I got the new flatscreens and iPads
Let my side bitch do my income tax
Threw me in the jungle
Came back with a lion on my back
We supplyin' all of that
They be dyin' over there
Took a couple losses
But we ain't cryin' over that
There's some crack over there
I got racks over there
I ain't talkin' laptops
We got Macs over there
We be ridin' through the jungle
We was firin' with them bullets
We be climbin' up a ladder
We be ridin' when it fumble
Cash cold from the freezer
Got some hoes in the
The model was a drug dealer
The was a priest, hah