Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frat Rules, artist - A$AP Mob. Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Frat Rules |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| These hoes not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| These hoes not fucking, not coming |
| Pull up and we drumming |
| Pull up and we drumming |
| Pull up and we stunting |
| Pull up and we stunting |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| These hoes not fucking, not coming |
| All the hoes that you call are not coming |
| She know if she not fuckin, she truckin' |
| All the bitches I fuck are not common |
| Guaranteed if I fuck her she cumming |
| If I’m in the room please don’t come in |
| I beat the pussy like it need production |
| And all she want from me is reproduction |
| Gotta ask, «Why'd she leave her husband?» |
| Heard he called up yelling, tweaking, fussing |
| Talkin' 'bout «It's gon' be repercussions!» |
| I remember last, last nigga, nigga tried to run up |
| Got like three concussions |
| Do you know what you in for? |
| They copy copy like ten four |
| Keep the money 'cause I been poor |
| All your jewelry like tin foil |
| Please don’t tell your friends where we shopping at |
| I swear this shit gon' turn into an in-store (Straight up) |
| Fuck you need another man for |
| Talking to her like a mentor? |
| Talking to her like a nigga Yoda |
| And she say, «I love you» |
| I’m like «Hold up, hold up, hold up» |
| Hold up, hold up, hold up (Hold up) |
| (Hit her, hit her with the back up) Back up (Colder) shoulder |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| These hoes not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| These hoes not fucking, not coming |
| Pull up and we drumming |
| Pull up and we drumming |
| Pull up and we stunting |
| Pull up and we stunting |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| These hoes not fucking, not coming |
| Now every time we in this bitch, you actin' like you owe me favors |
| Acting like you with the shits but fronting on the homies later |
| Look, I could tell you’re under pressure, baby time to ease up |
| Young and living single, like your roommate Khadijah |
| My apologies, why I gotta be |
| Misogynistic every time we kick it? |
| Every time I visit, something’s different |
| And every time I leave, you know you miss it |
| Don’t be crying on my shoulder every time I’m coming over |
| Talking 'bout a popcorn and soda, Netflix and chill |
| When you home alone with no Macaulay Culkin |
| Sex game had her going crazy |
| Now I got her ass calling all the time |
| And I wish I never met her, Carl Thom' |
| Driving down my street like it’s the Autobahn |
| Getting loud, setting off the car alarms |
| Here put on my chain, baby you need to chill |
| Give it some time, baby, let it rebuild |
| Quit running your nose through the Beverly Hills |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| These hoes not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| These hoes not fucking, not coming |
| Pull up and we drumming |
| Pull up and we drumming |
| Pull up and we stunting |
| Pull up and we stunting |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| Bitches not fucking, not coming |
| These hoes not fucking, not coming |