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ASAP Mob - "Bath Salt" (feat. Flatbush ZOMBiES) (prod. P On The Boards)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Twelvyy
A$AP Twelvyy
Performer
Flatbush Zombies
Flatbush Zombies
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamel Phillips
Jamel Phillips
Composer
Antonio Lewis
Antonio Lewis
Composer
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Composer
Demetri Simms
Demetri Simms
Composer
Arif Mardin
Arif Mardin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Producer
Federico "c sik" Lopez
Federico "c sik" Lopez
Assistant Engineer

गाने

New phone who dis? New day, new bitch Rang rang, there go my celly Tattoos like Makaveli Acid trip, this bitch I'm with Might overdose like Anna Smith Crip or Blood, 50/50 love My nigga died for this handkercheif ZOMBiE gang, A$AP I eat the beat, and beat three From CD to tape deck LSD, some shroom tea 2 groupies and safe sex Threesome, AM Amen, Hallelujah Hallow clipped it, hollows through ya Backwood smoking, Goyard gun holster Gucci sofas Heard you was sending shots I was too high to notice Marijuana, I'm smokin' potent My eyes are glowin' My pistol loaded, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop Now you knowin' Top of the buildin' and I got a feelin' Sudden rush to the brain, so obnoxious the feelin' Loyalty to the drugs, feelin' so high high nigga what Rolling with the clique, middle fingers up Police on my dick, never gave a fuck Always living trife, bitch you down to fuck? Smoking on some shit that your mama off Never pretend, I gotta go get it this one is all War love, got me [?] Talkin' 'bout some money, we gon' get it solved Talkin' 'bout some bud, we gon' smoke it all LSD bitch, I'm off the wall Throw your hands up if you wanna roll On some new shit, baby this a new phone Got some new packs in and some quick dough Same nigga dead niggas 10-4 Rest in peace to my nigga, nigga, Yambo Live long, long live, yeah I live long Lance Armstrong, live strong Yeah, did right and I did wrong Okay, get high so I hit bone Part II Yeah, yeah Yeah I'm an activist I cook crack with a dab of piff Crystal meth, on an acid trip I'm a G in coke, from trees to dope I feed my coast, hit my line if you need a quote It's a secret show, only speak it if you need to know And you niggas, I don't need to know Beat the beat 'til the speaker broke I'm in the streets puffin' reefer smoke Try to creep, let the Eagle go Man I'm down for the drillin' of course Man you sugarcane niggas is soft Don't respect your jaw Man matter of fact, fuck the law Double up, nigga, fuck the court Been on it like an outlaw Batman vigilante goin' southpaw Might head to Miami for some time off Came back to the city, hit the concourse Man I'm livin' like a mob boss I shake the game, refrain from permanent My style compares rare like fiends that serve a nick My goals can touch souls, my niggas impervious My team go buck wild, sip Hen and smoke spliffs Don't think I won't trip, cherish every moment A nigga won't miss if he's very focused All black, funeral, gettin' down with a bad one Used to smoke 2 grams, now I'm smokin' mad blunts Had extendo, niggas, 'cause they basic Minds need replacement, thoughtless, conscious and tasteless Ring a bell 'cause the aliens comin' down If you say that shit is myth my experience was wild Man could run a mile while his legs are broken down But Arc cook it up, tell shorty simmer down It's amazin', how you niggas really feel about it When it's top floor, ain't no room for more when it's crowded, mothafucka
Writer(s): Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Antonio Lewis, Arif Mardin, Jamel Da'shawn Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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