Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Symphony, artist - A$AP Rocky. Date of issue: 10.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Symphony |
| Do just what I tell you |
| Don’t come in any closer |
| And no one will get hurt |
| Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two |
| A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay |
| Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre |
| Beef is on my entre, gin and juice thats Bombay |
| Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way |
| Pussy on a sunday, fitness on a monday |
| My new crib came with feng shui |
| And my closet is like a runway |
| Come be fiancee, she fuck me in a Hyundai |
| My rooftop got a lounge |
| Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe. |
| Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K |
| Bougie ass bitch made wait to fuck for two days |
| Finally go the two day, swear to god my mood change |
| Top off like toupes, drop off, touche |
| Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I’m a city boy |
| And my outfit was in Vogue, I’m a pretty boy |
| Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a nigga G |
| Riding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony |
| Whippin whitney, My mama as a witness |
| Bitches Lickin' and locking up my swishas |
| Once she blow my whistle |
| She know it’s dismissal |
| Spread the news I’m official |
| Now hop out my foreign vessel |
| Before I get aggressive |
| Forget it, war ready, already tested |
| Tears and blood invested |
| Till my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty |
| Show me watcha owe me and a porterhouse with that |
| Black magic on the tires only I |
| Rolling down the lonely mile phony smile, was |
| Police on me now, still touring |
| And my chain it may slow me down cheer for |
| Pain, in it’s purest form |
| Don’t complain I came to reign |
| From here forward, still noid |
| So crib got clear doors |
| Burning grains in my air force |
| And all I can see is clear ports |
| Since Rocky spit like Andre I’m gonna kill em' like Big Boi |
| These rappers is all my entrée, |
| Eat em' like cookies, chips ahoy |
| Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed |
| No cover niggas that I kill for joy |
| Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid |
| Money get style, my lil fishin boy |
| Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a nigga |
| Like codein mixed with a Roy |
| Smoke what make a nigga trip collide |
| What took me how fast, you could grip a 9 |
| Damn, nigga I doubt they tell this my heart |
| And the motherfuckers come in to cry |
| You niggas have a sour dipped in wine |
| Guess that’s when a girl sip the white |
| Pourin liq so I soak in different shine |
| Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky |
| My show get cold, all my niggas died |
| So and so, niggas live and die |
| Beneath choose souls you will reside |
| Rappers getting nailed for this freakin life |
| Tryina come with this for their freakin lives |
| How many time your eyes and a nigga died? |
| Never! |
| Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga |