A$AP Rocky — STOLE YA FLOW: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

STOLE YA FLOW

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Трек «STOLE YA FLOW» вышел в 16 января 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «A$AP Worldwide/RCA Records»)Don't Be Dumb

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

A$AP Rocky

Исполнитель

Дэнни Элфман

Струнные инструменты

Ashly Williams

Хор

Jaden Gray

Хор

Anthony McEastland

Anthony McEastland

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Nakia Mason

Хор

Alexandria Dopson

Alexandria Dopson

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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Rakim Mayers

Композитор

Brandon Banner

Композитор

Kelvin J N Magnusen

Kelvin J N Magnusen

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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

A$AP Rocky

Продюсер

Jordan Patrick

Дополнительный продюсер

Icy Twat

Продюсер

Kelvin Krash

Продюсер

Rance

Продюсер

Zach Fogarty

Инженер звукозаписи

Gosha Usov

Инженер звукозаписи

Josh Schuback

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MIKE DEAN

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Tatsuya Sato

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Ray Bergin

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[Intro]

Was independent, my **** got major business

We in the building, my ****, not just some tenants

You just a sensitive ****, still in his feelings

You bit the image, my ****, I had to switch it, uh

[Chorus]

First you stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch

I can't trust a soul, just my pole and my kids

Swear to never lie, cross my heart, hope to die, uh

Then I sold the switch, then I hit it with a kiss, mwah

[Verse 1]

All-red Mary Janes just to match the 'Rari paint

Been shittin' on everything, wasn't even potty-trained

**** gettin' BBLs, lucky we don't body shame

Throwin' dirt on Rocky name, turn around and copy game (Ready made, ready made)

Peace homes, black on black, P. Stone

Black onyx, black diamonds shinin', black jeans on

All-black Chrome, black whip, black iPhone

Black hoodie, Black boy don't dance, mostly gangster boogie

[Chorus]

Stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch (Bitch)

If you stole my style, I need at least like ten percent

With all due disrespect, I hope you take offense

I'ma leave my print and I won't leave you— (Ready made, ready made)

[Verse 2]

Was independent, my **** got major business

We in the building, my ****, not just some tenants

You just a sensitive ****, still in his feelings

You bit the image, my ****, I had to switch it, uh (Ready made, ready made)

[Chorus]

First you was my bro, pussy **** switched

Turned into a opp, fuck his block, he a bitch, boy

Just might pull up to yo' crib, spin it like the rent, uh

Spend it like the time that you ain't spendin' with yo' kids (Ready made, ready made)

[Verse 3]

We take these boys to school, they try to Columbine ya (Yeah)

Word to Tyler, we see you bomb like Oppenheimer (Yeah)

Couple milli' just to rock at a fuckin' concert (Yeah)

Headliner, bottom line, I'm 'bout my dollar (Yeah, ready made, ready made)

They say, "Flacko, where you been? Feel like you deprived us" (Yeah)

Only goat with a llama, friendly reminder (Yeah)

Our Father, I pray to always strive and prosper (Yeah)

Now I'm a father, my bitch badder than my toddler (Yeah, ready made, ready made)

My baby mama Rihanna, so we unbothered (Yeah, woo, woo)

Hip-hop is my house, welcome to mi casa, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Take me back to the days in the club (Yeah)

When your boys gotta hold you up while she dutty wine ya (Yeah)

[Chorus]

First you stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch

I can't trust a soul, just my pole and my kid

Swear to never lie, right hand up to God

Then I sold the switch, then I hit it with a kiss, mwah

First you stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch

If you stole my style, I need at least like ten percent

With all due disrespect, I hope you take offense

I'ma leave my print, and I won't leave you— (Ready made, ready made)

[Outro]

The rest of you motherfuckers, just sit back and wait

Quit actin' like groupies and shit

Wanna be like me so motherfuckin' bad

So when a man can tell me about handlin' business, bein' about it

Makin' his money and still doin' what the fuck he wanna do

Then you can come up here and tell me some shit

****, I'm just here to tell you stories, that's it

I ain't gotta explain to you motherfuckers every single little detail

And why and where and which and why

And all this shit about all, every last decision in my motherfuckin' life

I don't owe you shit

Written by: Brandon Banner, Kelvin J N Magnusen, Rakim Mayers

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