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Palace

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Palace est sorti le 31 octobre 2011 par A$AP Worldwide/Polo Grounds Music/RCA Records dans le cadre de l'album LIVE.LOVE.A$AP

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PRÉSENTATION

PAROLES

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION

A$AP Rocky

Chant

COMPOSITION ET PAROLES

Rakim Mayers

Paroles/Composition

Michael Volpe

Paroles/Composition

Karl Jenkins

Paroles/Composition

Mike Ratledge

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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE

Clams Casino

Production

Pat Viala

Ingénierie de mixage

Dan Millice

Ingénierie de mastérisation

Tatsuya Sato

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Paroles

[Verse 1]

Uh, goddamn, how real is this?

I know them Harlem **** gon' be feeling this

East Coast ****, but how trill is this?

Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

Uh, goddamn, how real is this?

I know them Harlem **** gon' be feeling this

East Coast ****, but how trill is this?

Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

[Verse 2]

Uh

Stone cold love, rose gold slugs

I could afford it, I imported stone cold drugs

Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned ****

Write it on my tombstone, I was stoned, ****

Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans ****

Slash lean sipping, Tennessee ****, nah

Influenced by Houston, hear it in my music (Yeah)

A trill **** to the truest, show you how to do this

My all gold grills give her cold chills

Said she got a coke feel 'cause I'm so trill

Two dope boy scales, but I sold pills

No deal, put her on her feet, toenails

Them vampires, them bloodsuckers, them thirsty killers

We 'bout it, 'bout it, we rowdy, rowdy, that Percy Miller

For really real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla

No bounty hunters, I'm 'bout to killa, I'm bout my skrilla

Give me the title, then give me the cash, fold it then bag it then move to the trap

Follow my stash, stealing my swag, **** is wickity wickity wack

Like Kriss Kross, her lip gloss, slip-ons get slipped off

My bitch boss, Cristal, we smoking then thinking then burning that hash

Puff it and pass, making it last, walk in my shoes and then cross in my path

Game was for grabs, making 'em crash, took in a section ain't giving it back

Fuck the money, fuck the fame, this is real life

An insight to my trill life, Clams

[Verse 3]

Uh, goddamn, how real is this?

I know the whole world gon' be feeling this

East Coast ****, boy, how trill is this?

Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

Uh, goddamn, how real is this?

I know the whole world gon' be feeling this

Uh, goddamn, how real is this?

I know the whole world gon' be feeling this

Uh, goddamn, how real is this?

I know the whole world gon' be feeling this

Uh, goddamn, how real is this?

I know the whole world gon' be feeling it

Written by: Karl Jenkins, Michael Volpe, Mike Ratledge, Rakim Mayers

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