Reynolds Lyrics – A$AP Ferg
Singer: A$AP Ferg
Title: Reynolds
The last time I smoked, I think it was about a pound
I thought Lou laced my weed, I was about to pan ’em out
And he told me quietly, “n#gg#, you was on the loud”
I was running ’round the room, Rocky tried sat me down
I went to club with, and I seen Busta Rhymes with the red neck
And he looking at me like, “n#gg#, you sniffed a line?”
You heard this before, you probably would have lost your mind
But I had to change my lines cause TT didn’t like my rhymes
Everybody always giving praise to the team
When all my n#gg#s do is get fly and sip lean
n#gg#s think we’re stupid, with all these designer things
We walk in Hilfigers office and hear that ching-ching
We get paid from Tommy the rest of y’all n#gg#s silly
And walk in office meetings with camoflauge and a philly
And only get brain from the b#tches that know the dealy
She rocked the mic and killed lipsync like Milly Vanilli
Being broke be the best thing that happened to me
It give me hunger pain, something strange happened to me
It fills my brain up with things so imaginary
Then I start to spit flames with vocabulary
My momma thought I wouldn’t make it with this rapping sh#t
Lint in my pockets and I still ain’t ask for sh#t
Dreams of traveling the world so lav-er-ish
f#ck a couple b#tches that be f#cking with them tab-a-lets
Lean sip’ fabrics, you n#gg# is average
I’m about a mothaf#ckin’ buck like Maverick
f#cking hoes in palaces, posing for the cameras
Fans scream, “Lord!” like a mothaf#ckin’ catholic
Hoes tryna snap a pic, while a n#gg# tapping it
b#tches love my words, on stage they try to grab my dick
I’m the best when it comes to this rapping sh#t
I eat a n#gg# sleeping like bed bugs in mattresses
Still up in the hood with them stragglers
Fourty calibers if a n#gg# talking blasphemous
Young Trap Lord, I’m going back to Nazereth
Lean got me slurring like I got Ty Nast’s lisp
Excellent weekends are with kinky wh#res
Flow like meteor, your mediocre retard, put you in the ER
No CPR to bring you back, when I pull out this Eagle
Squeeze her like kegel, sitting in a Regal
Blaze a blunt of sour, now I’m higher than a seagull
Never ever pass unless you’re on of my amigos
’bout to have a trio, call that sh#t a sequel
Me f#cking these hoes, we listening to Beanie Sigel
Ain’t no way you’re equal, n#gg# why you hating?
It’s over for 30 seconds like gang initiation
Put dots between ’em like abbreviation
Put his #ss to sleep like sed-ed-ation
I done came up from dinner bowl and cereal
To b#tches want the pipe like a house of payne video
So Ferginstine tell ’em get up on there grind
When that A$AP drop, bring it back home for Brown
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