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Leather Symphony (feat. A$AP Twelvyy)

She just want me like a wedding ring

I keep her dripping like some fucking paint

Money realer, smoking hella green

So much ass like Teyana Taylor

Run a trap trying to make a milli

She make it clap trying to make a milli

Don't lose yourself, remember who yourself

Don't lose yourself, remember who the bestTake a dab, she got hella ass

I just smoke and I don't never pass

All these niggas tryna be the man

I get green nigga, Peter Pan

While they hating nigga I be living

While they hating nigga I be pimpin'

Bad bitch looking so exquisite

Took a risk now the trip gon' get it

Third eye feel like it's on fire

These niggas singing like they on the choir

Swishing blunts with Snoop Dogg

Dogg pound woof woof

No sound psh psh psh

Wipe me down cause I'm gorgeous

Rick Flair with the horseman

What you bout man, quit talkingBout that work, I'm like Fergie

My moms didn't make it til 30

If I don't make it, don't worry

Zombie gang, we ain't bury

Nigga always been a helping man

Don't bite the hand that makes you understand

I might go loony catch you on the 'gram

Flipping shipping got a hundred grams

Bands, grams

Call it truce and do my dance

Why they copy, they just fans

On my momma I'm the manBands, grams

Count it, count it, got my hands full

All this working got my hands full

Why they hating like some damn foolsBands, grams

Call it truce and do my dance

Why they copy, they just fans

On my momma I'm the manBands, grams

Count it, count it, got my hands full

All this working got my hands full

Why they hating like some damn foolsI'm a minute late, I'm a renegade

Twelvyy got a gauge

Let me penetrate

Pussy power KKK

Loaded it live, rock in my sock

Patrolling the block with a Glock

Stick to the code, bloody my O's

Study my notes on the floorStuck on this odyssey

Alone I be prophecy

Shooting my prophecy

Only I can see everything I can be

Fuck it I get it, I get it

I chronicle Riddick they couldn't forget it

Planning is hella specific

the start, the beginning, a Glorious Death or the endingI can't believe I existed

I'm bout to lead with a vision

I brought the heat to the kitchen

Y'all bout to sleep with the fishes

I run with the Pistons and beatin' them kittens

John B the medicine

Solo my nemesis

All on the premises

Brother got sentences

I'm moving sinister

Corner the physicist, Twelvyy ridiculousBands, grams

Call it truce and do my dance

Why they copy, they just fans

On my momma I'm the manBands, grams

Count it, count it, got my hands full

All this working got my hands full

Why they hating like some damn foolsMecca like Malcolm, a Biggie Medina

Exit the cleanest

Roll in the Beamer

On Amsterdam

Feel like I'm Yams, can't see me John Cena

Everything money and violence went to flatbush for a nina

Lava polemics, trade up with the chicks

Made no casino, got dope in the ringo

We high like the Beatles

Hype up on pop. lava the landing

All over the planet

And Crookin we bandits and Harlem do damageBands, grams

Call it truce and do my dance

Why they copy, they just fans

On my momma I'm the manBands, grams

Count it, count it, got my hands full

All this working got my hands full

Why they hating like some damn foolsBands, grams

Call it truce and do my dance

Why they copy, they just fans

On my momma I'm the manBands, grams

Count it, count it, got my hands full

All this working got my hands full

Why they hating like some damn fools

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