A$AP Ant & A$AP Rocky – The God Hour

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A$AP Ant & A$AP Rocky - The God Hour

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Here is the long awaited track by special song writer, and entertainer A$AP Ant & A$AP Rocky – The God Hour.


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A$AP Ant The God Hour Lyrics

[Intro]
Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do (Uh)
Ay man, this joint crank fool
My beeper just a-beepin’ so I’m takin’ a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin’ (Uh)
I’m scrapped, bitch don’t trip, ’cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip (What)
Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do
My beeper just a-beepin’ so I’m takin’ a risk to drop off two (Huh)
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin’ (Yeah)
I’m scrapped, bitch don’t trip, ’cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip (Cash out)

[Verse 1: A$AP ANT]
You just sit right down, sippin’ on Woc
Feelin’ some shit that gelato the rock
Cover the weed up, we plantin’ the crop
AMG engine it come with no key
I’m with the bitch I got sand on my feet
Cover my arm, shoot when I reach
I did it first, and they got it from me
Count up my deal, and I feel like [?]
Prada my coat that I rock in the winter
Word at my Benz and I’m up ’til September
When you get famous they never remember
C.R.E.A.M in my pocket I feel like I’m RZA, uh

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Come get that work
Tell that ho’ to flip that twerk
Nigga, this my turf
Nigga, it’s my turn
BG hot boy, this that turn
[?] kilt look like skirt
Don’t get murked, heh

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dressed like a criminal, [?], no I ain’t filmin’ now
Long as I keep my hands sanitized
I’ma come clean I just realized, with no analyze
Money can’t fit in my pocket no more ’cause I’m sample size
Shoutout to Max, shoutout my guys
Slide off to that, slide off to slatt
Got a new job, just to shoot out the top
Just to shoot out the top (Uh)

[Bridge]
Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do
My beeper just a-beepin’ so I’m takin’ a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin’
I’m scrapped, bitch don’t trip, ’cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip (What)

[Verse 3: A$AP ANT]
I was at Coachella, high off the molly
Taking the mushrooms, I’m out of my body
Natural be blooming, I’m smoking biscotti
Nigga Chanel ripe, like a Nazi
Hop in the booth, the work my hobby
After my show, 30 bitches in lobby
Marni and Whitney [?]
Marino on my clothing it drench down my body
Like denim, they Balmain
They orange like a pumpkin
Stone Island exclusive I got it from London
Nike Air Maxes to the money I’m running
I gotta go get it but can’t do no fumbling

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Come get that work
Tell that ho’ to flip that twerk
Nigga, this my turf
Nigga, it’s my turn
BG hot boy, this that turn
[?] kilt look like skirt
Don’t get murked, heh

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