Listen to Bahamas (feat. A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Twelvyy, Lil Yachty, Key, ScHoolboy Q & Smooky MarGielaa) by A$AP Mob

Bahamas (feat. A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Twelvyy, Lil Yachty, Key, ScHoolboy Q & Smooky MarGielaa)

A$AP Mob

Hip-Hop/Rap

51,974 Shazams

Music Video

A$AP Mob - Bahamas (Official Audio) ft. Lil Yachty, Key!, ScHoolboy Q, Smooky MarGielaa
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
A$AP Twelvyy
A$AP Twelvyy
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
Smooky MarGielaa
Smooky MarGielaa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Darold Brown
Darold Brown
Songwriter
Jamel Phillips
Jamel Phillips
Songwriter
Marcus Slade
Marcus Slade
Songwriter
Gerrell Nealy
Gerrell Nealy
Songwriter
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Toumani Diabate
Toumani Diabate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slade Da Monsta
Slade Da Monsta
Producer
Frans Mernick
Frans Mernick
Recording Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Federico Lopez
Federico Lopez
Additional Producer

Lyrics

Uh, Lil Boat Aye, aye Ain't never been to Bahamas, nah I done fucked multiple mamas I done count multiple commas We brought in multiple llamas Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth Wrap it up smooth like Osama It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah Ain't never been to Bahamas I done fucked multiple mamas I done count multiple commas We brought in multiple llamas Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth Wrap it up smooth like Osama It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah I stay with that Uzi like Drama I stay with the Uzi for drama I stay in the cut with piranhas My bitch bad and boujee, Katana I hit multiple drops of Cassandra We having sex in the sauna Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Nigga talk down, that's a uppercut Bow, shut up, hey Get you some money and run it up Fucking your bitch, she ain't fun enough Smoking a blunt when I nut in her, face Huh, can't hit my weed, ay Can't water my seed, hey Can't play in my garden, hey Bitch, beg your pardon, hey 2-2-3, Harden, hey Ooh, that's James She don't want you 'cause you lame I'm up, she'd rather fuck with us, yeah Bank room, bank room Jiggy nigga comin through, talk yo shit I ain't never been to Bahamas A nigga done been to Milano Met with your favorite designer Gucci show with Alessandro Your sis give me head on recliners Your wife wanna throw me vagina I fuck on your aunt, ya mama Got syrup like Aunt Jemima Like the Maple Leaf, take a peek Get to the bread like a bakery Wait on me, wait for me Soon as we fuck, get away from me Paper plate or fine china, Benihana, McDonalds Hit up Empanada Mamas, eat at delis or in diners Who's that peeking through the window? Got the chopper boutta blind us Couldn't pick me out of a line up Niggas psyching like Ewonda Spaz fast, get to the bag Look at the digital dash Little bitch frivolous, nigga just hit that shit Get to it, get in it, just trying to live a bit New shades, Gosha Got me looking like a Beatle Hoppin on it like a beatle This ain't Puma, this Needles Ain't never been to Bahamas But my chain's so lavish TMZ be clacking, while they're counting my karats Louis Vuitton, straight from Kim Jones "Ballin" like Jim Jones (ballin!) You cannot come in my zone Woah, Dior boys in Paris Chilling with Kris Van Assche White model bitch with ass Let a Groovy nigga in it, six cars, nigga winning Big crib, tennis court, half a million in the Porsche Got a chopper on the porch, backyard the Bahamas Palms trees and recliners, got a Rollie for my mama Dime piece give me nana, got a 9, nigga what Third strike in the bush, couple grand on the front Fell in love in the gut, four mil' in a month Your career in a trunk, last album, nigga was Whole aisle full of duds, album cover for the buzz Put the Rollie in the bust, money talking, nigga hush Hit the plug, nigga walked off, split the mil, nigga all four Flippin' hoes, nigga what for? Batman in the Audo I never been to Bahamas A nigga done been to the projects I used to catch licks in pajamas Now I pull up in some Prada Margielaa man, cop a pair every weekend Bad bitch, she says she's Puerto Rican Ice cold, diamonds look at me freezing A hunnid bands, spend that shit up in Niemans Bring them goons out Pull up with them drugs and Smith & Wessons It's a shoot out Taking trips, I can't even hardly go to school now I'm getting rich Bout to go and cop a Bentley coupe now I'm spraying shit Super soaker then dive in the pool now I ain't never been to Bahamas I ain't never broken a promise I got a glock and a llama I'm on the block with Obama I'm on the coast with a goddess There's no way to find us, no way to find us I'm on a boat to the tropics Holding deposits, bulging my pockets
Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Toumani Diabate, Quincey Hanley, Jamel Phillips, Darold Durard Brown, Miles Mccollum, Terrell Nealy, Marcus Slade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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