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A$AP Rocky ft. 2pac - Multiply (RipHop Remix)

A$AP Rocky ft. 2pac - Multiply (Rip Hop Remix) Lyrics in description! Created by RipHop ➤Facebook:   / riphopremixes   ➤Soundcloud:   / riphopremix   Lyrics: [ASAP Rocky] Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin' Doo rag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad First place I seen a nigga sell crack at Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, bad back Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field 'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill Nah I ain't really into throwin' shots But these mothafuckas better give me my props, word to Pac We're the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed Reason why you niggas wearin' gold Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and these niggas Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I, When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply But if the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply (Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? Fuck it man Whatchu doin'?) I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me? Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag nigga (shut the fuck up) [2pac] Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck Can you put your middle finger Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor? Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's fo sho black To be a mack and keep your dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried 'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry thug for life, high till I die Shootin' crooked ass cops, let me fry (Tell 'em) Game, thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous muthafuckas can't see That it's the fame that caught These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free So tell me why you sweatin' a muthafucka like me? A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas Jumpin' around at the shows And you're the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ass punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafucka Give a holla to my niggas in the bay I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK Rest in peace to my nigga Kato Till they bury me, nigga lay low thug for life, high till I die When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em (x4) Thug for life, bitch Yeah nigga (Shut the fuck up) [ASAP Rocky] Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C Hba shit is weak, you can keep that Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C Hba shit is weak, you can keep that I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at? Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that (We ain't no fashion killas nigga, we fashionable killas y'all got Flacko fucked up) I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion shit Don't I deserve just to brag a bit? Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch I think back to when Pac is packin' lint It's like a nigga got rich on accident Now back to Pimp Bitches lie, killers never lie Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch