Erick the Architect, A$AP Twelvyy, Zombie Juice - B.P.B. / Bobby Is The Groom lyrics
Erick the Architect [Erick Arc Elliott] Brooklyn, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Erick the Architect, A$AP Twelvyy, Zombie Juice - B.P.B. / Bobby Is The Groom lyrics]
- Woooo! - Yo, yo, word to my mother
You Avirex leather is fire, b!
- I'm drunk as fuck! Heh hey
Let's get it truth be told
You Nicce fleece is tight!
- But dog, you got the Akademiks jeans
- Yo you told me to deal you
Your bling-bling is slamming and your
Timbs is unlaced? O-o-o oh!
- Oh, what up, what up, what up partners?
- What's good?
- I see y'all man, but look, man
Look at these with the reflectors inaudible
- I see ya, I see ya she do it for the cash
She do it for the cash
She wanna shake her back
She better shake that ass brown paper bag
She do it for the cash
She wanna make it last
You better shake that ass brown paper bag
She do it for the cash
She wanna make it last
She better shake that ass
Now grab a paper bag
I know some down bitches
That go down on bitches
I mean, her head delicious
I mean, her pussy vicious
Might have to make some wishes
Really walk the walk 'til I'm out of chalk
Burn bitches' ball i ain't tryna start
Kings County, baby don't want to save me
'Til I'm dead and gone just lessons learned
Don't pull the trigger
If you can't take the burn puff, puff, pass
Get your own grass
Make a bitch and put ya own ass
Might take a dab then I break a back
Countin' pesos i'm a A$AP
Low, where's the weed though
Put the ball to my own and my free throws
She took 'em out now she back it in
'Til I'm finished, dog got the money shot
Need a pussy hot 'Bout to make a drop
Twelvyy says every 30 on the dot, dot, dot
What you gon' be?
Many walk this Earth, I chose to be a Zombie
Always learn from the greats and
The ones before me
Then shit turned to shreds when
I lost my homie nothing comes free
They say ya motherfucker militant
They break out bounties so a
Nigga gon' kill again make your move
Pick and choose what you got to prove?
Independent, I concile my own commas too
You so small in this scale
I do not acknowledge you
Blowing dope in your face
Chronic leaves my fire too but, I am all in
Cross a couple you probably
Can't match my wisdom for dinner
This ain't for beginners or it's in November
Stackin' up my statline
Looking like a center pussy and placenta
Mix it with some ginger
Taste it with some jack
I ain't never gon' remember
Ballin' like I'm Kemba flying like I'm
Hotter than an ember i'd probably fuck Amber
Probably fuck Amber
Probably be a happy fucking camper
I'd probably be Debbie and fuck day to day
She do it for the cash
She do it for the cash
She wanna shake her back
She better shake that ass brown paper bag
She do it for the cash
She wanna make it last
You better shake that ass brown paper bag
She do it for the cash
She wanna make it last
She better shake that ass
Now grab a paper bag
You Avirex leather is fire, b!
- I'm drunk as fuck! Heh hey
Let's get it truth be told
You Nicce fleece is tight!
- But dog, you got the Akademiks jeans
- Yo you told me to deal you
Your bling-bling is slamming and your
Timbs is unlaced? O-o-o oh!
- Oh, what up, what up, what up partners?
- What's good?
- I see y'all man, but look, man
Look at these with the reflectors inaudible
- I see ya, I see ya she do it for the cash
She do it for the cash
She wanna shake her back
She better shake that ass brown paper bag
She do it for the cash
She wanna make it last
You better shake that ass brown paper bag
She do it for the cash
She wanna make it last
She better shake that ass
Now grab a paper bag
I know some down bitches
That go down on bitches
I mean, her head delicious
I mean, her pussy vicious
Might have to make some wishes
Really walk the walk 'til I'm out of chalk
Burn bitches' ball i ain't tryna start
Kings County, baby don't want to save me
'Til I'm dead and gone just lessons learned
Don't pull the trigger
If you can't take the burn puff, puff, pass
Get your own grass
Make a bitch and put ya own ass
Might take a dab then I break a back
Countin' pesos i'm a A$AP
Low, where's the weed though
Put the ball to my own and my free throws
She took 'em out now she back it in
'Til I'm finished, dog got the money shot
Need a pussy hot 'Bout to make a drop
Twelvyy says every 30 on the dot, dot, dot
What you gon' be?
Many walk this Earth, I chose to be a Zombie
Always learn from the greats and
The ones before me
Then shit turned to shreds when
I lost my homie nothing comes free
They say ya motherfucker militant
They break out bounties so a
Nigga gon' kill again make your move
Pick and choose what you got to prove?
Independent, I concile my own commas too
You so small in this scale
I do not acknowledge you
Blowing dope in your face
Chronic leaves my fire too but, I am all in
Cross a couple you probably
Can't match my wisdom for dinner
This ain't for beginners or it's in November
Stackin' up my statline
Looking like a center pussy and placenta
Mix it with some ginger
Taste it with some jack
I ain't never gon' remember
Ballin' like I'm Kemba flying like I'm
Hotter than an ember i'd probably fuck Amber
Probably fuck Amber
Probably be a happy fucking camper
I'd probably be Debbie and fuck day to day
She do it for the cash
She do it for the cash
She wanna shake her back
She better shake that ass brown paper bag
She do it for the cash
She wanna make it last
You better shake that ass brown paper bag
She do it for the cash
She wanna make it last
She better shake that ass
Now grab a paper bag