A$AP Rocky - Tony Tone lyrics

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

[A$AP Rocky - Tony Tone lyrics]

Uh, my mic sounds nice, check one (Woo)
My mic sounds nice, check two
(Uh huh, yeah yeah)
Testing, one-two, one-two, let's go
(Uh huh, yeah yeah, Uh, woo) Let's go
(Uh, uh, yeah yeah) Let's go
My mic sounds nice, check one (yeah, yeah)
My mic sounds nice, check two
(yeah, testing, testing, woo)

Stoned-stoned when I'm in my zoney-zone
Smokin' on the homegrown
Feeling like I'm all alone
Used to go to Kingdome
Rucker Park with Tony Tone (Harlem)
Listenin' to Bone Bone
Feelins in my bone bone

I can tell it
I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard?
(Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard?
(Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about your clique
Ya heard? (Ya heard?)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch
Ya heard? Uh shut the fuck up!

My mama named me
My papa gave me cock to take a piss with
To fuck ya bitch with, life
Is different for me, for instance
The type of niggas spray his
Kids in some chicks
He wouldn't raise his kids with
That type of twisted sick shit come on, man

What you say, nigga? Time's out
Let's start over with this conversation
You sound super crazy right now
And I got my two kids listenin'?
(I'm just playing)
You said what? (I said I'm just)
Uh uh, nigga, you got me fucked up
Shut the fuck up!

I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard?
(Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard?
(Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about your clique
Ya heard? (Ya heard?)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch
Ya heard? Shut the fuck up!

People really think I'm an asshole
I say anything (C'mon)
Truthfully, I just say what I really think
Like I'm too fresh, man
To be an under-class man (Too fresh)
Would say
"Suck my dick" but that's sexual harassment
(Take that, let's go)
Fuck around and really come through
In a murse on ya (Come on)
Who else you know design ya stage
And do your merch over? (Come on)
And if you lame, do your verse over (yeah)
I changed the game like I'm Kurt Warner
(yeah, keep going)
I run the game like I'm Time Warner (yeah)
This ain't no Teen Choice Awards
Slime slide on ya (Keep goin', yeah)
And make it home for mama's fried roasting
Had leans and Beams, tomatoes, Mercedes
Had keys and grams, just me and Yams
(yeah, come on)

And Stevie rest in peace
Pickin' off the last collard greens
Stress up outta me now we sellin' out the
Coliseum for the dynasty
Tell them boys who got it
Locked and got the key
You gotta see behind the scenes
Or in the streets (A$AP)

Peep my repertoire, Uptown esplanade
Eleanor, Druham, Nickel goin too HAM (C'mon)
AK, Jackie Rob, East 11, 99
Lenox Ave, VLONE, Eastside, Wingstone
(yeah, Uptown)

Stoned-stoned when I'm in my zoney-zone
Smokin' on the homegrown
Feeling like I'm all alone (yeah)
Used to go to Kingdome
Rucker Park with Tony Tone
(C'mon, that's right)
Listenin' to Bone Bone
Feelins in my bone bone (yeah, yeah)

I can tell it
I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard?
(Take that, yeah)
I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard?
(Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about your clique
Ya heard? (Take that)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch
Ya heard? Uh (Take that, take that)

Ayo, we don't give a fuck
About none of that shit
This is Harlem, motherfuckers
(yeah, take that, take that)
The fuck you think? (Uptown, nigga)
Mob, A$AP, Same Gang, Tone Wop harlem

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