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      Jukebox Joints (Feat. Joe Fox & Kanye West)

      Jukebox Joints (Feat. Joe Fox & Kanye West)

      A$ap Rocky

      Album: At.Long.Last.A$AP

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      A$ap Rocky - Jukebox Joints (Feat. Joe Fox & Kanye West) Música y Letra

      And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothing at all
      So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late?
      I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up
      But who will lean if I fall?
      But never mind, I'm fly, you know
      She the type to seek love and make it everlasting
      I'm the type to wake up and say you're never having
      I mean I fucked the girl with hella passion
      But it's cold how we smashing
      Left her sleeping on a separate mattress
      I think her body makes for better practice
      Good excuse for my absence like
      "Flacko where your ass been?"
      Heard you done with fashion, now yo ass is acting
      I'm tripping off the acid, now yo ass is looking massive
      This ain't the shit equipped with columns
      From my reckless swagging
      This that dark house party with this record blasting
      Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace
      When I seen this bitch in Venice
      Tommy and some mean Huaraches
      I'm all alone though, mood music makes me bop slower
      Trippin' on how I shifted pop culture
      Changed Hip-Hop on ya, smoking
      Like a rasta was my pops culture
      I be damned if I die sober
      I'll be sure to visit Pac for ya
      And shout outs my pretty women in the spot tonight
      Let em see them fuckin' hands
      And for the freaks that love the niggas with the Jeeps
      Lex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, come again
      When my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect calls
      Cause I be playing with these womens like they're sex dolls
      Call my Prada prior, cause it's dropping next fall
      Don't you short the next ball, my closet like the Met ball
      She said, "I just love it when you speak soft-spoken
      Up in the magazines with your teeth all golden"
      Took the whole year off just to learn to make beats
      Dropped the flames on my release
      And leave the streets all smokin'
      That touch your soul music
      I get you higher, grab your lighter fluid
      Might add a preacher and a choir to it
      I speak the father's music, hallelujah
      Always Strive & Prosper, stupid
      Even Montell can't tell you how he do it
      Sit back and watch me do it
      Okay let's get past all the swag trapping and fashion talking
      You want that take it to gats or keep it in rapping talking
      They rapping bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens often
      You my son like my last abortion, I'm just laughing off it
      I changed rap with fashion four way, yeah I'm that important
      You jack my style, she jack me off, and y'all both acting awkward?
      Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead bitch
      Ain't nothing better than the pretty big forehead bitch
      Listen close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get familliar
      It's not just model bitches on my genitalia
      Did Azalea's from Australia, trips to Venezuela
      Cinderella's under my umbrella for different weather
      Ella, ella, ay just play it like I didn't tell ya
      Niggas taking pictures any time we get together
      And hope to fly away one day just like some love birds
      Only one word I'm afraid of is the "love" word
      More power to you, more power to you my lovely one
      More power to you, more power to you my lonely one
      More power to you, more power to you my lovely one
      What's up bruh? That all depends
      With friends like you, who needs friends
      Sometimes the best advice is no advice
      Especially when it's your advice
      Man remember
      Your man was on stage dressed like a family member
      Man everything basic to Ye Guevara
      That means Saint Laurent is my Zara
      I remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck me with the polo
      Ay bitch you missed out, hashtag #Fomo
      I got one child, one child
      But I'm fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' like I'm tryna make four more
      They wanna throw me under a white jail
      Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white male

      A$ap Rocky - Jukebox Joints (Feat. Joe Fox & Kanye West) Música y Letra





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