{"id":49450,"date":"2012-12-22T11:04:29","date_gmt":"2012-12-22T03:04:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=49450"},"modified":"2012-12-22T11:04:29","modified_gmt":"2012-12-22T03:04:29","slug":"asap-rocky-long-live-aap-%e6%ad%8c%e8%af%8d-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=49450","title":{"rendered":"ASAP Rocky \u2013 Long.Live.A$AP (\u6b4c\u8bcd\/ Lyrics)"},"content":{"rendered":"

I thought I’d probably die in prison, expensive taste in women
\nAin’t had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes
\nNose bloody from that sniffin’, your heroin addiction
\nTrigger finger itching f-ck parental supervision
\nThis be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi
\nI ain’t kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and
\nA bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen
\nPurple sippin’, finger twistin’, teeth glisten like it’s Memphis
\nA bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion
\nMy Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin’ then it’s Christmas
\nMotherf-ck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition
\nFor my benjis and my Bentley, and them b*tches now I gets gets
\nOn the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans
\nToking on that biscuit till I’m no longer existing
\nI wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history
\nNow my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me<\/p>\n

[Hook]
\nWho said you can\u2019t live forever lied
\nOf course, I\u2019m living forever I\u2019ll
\nForever, I\u2019ll live long
\nYou can\u2019t ever deny
\nMy flaws, I\u2019m living forever I\u2019ll
\nForever, I\u2019ll LIVE<\/p>\n

Riding through your city like that motherf-cka mine
\nOr toking on that semi rob a motherf-cka blind
\nLicense plate says wipe me down, car from 1989
\nBut a n*gga sits so pretty call that motherf-cker fine
\nLost your motherf-cking mind, what’s on your mind n*ggas talking down
\nNever talk to cops, make him talk God when I tote that 9, he ain’t talking now
\nTell ’em watch your spine, I mean watch your back
\nBetter guide your track, better not look back
\nNow stay in line, don’t step on cracks
\nSo you break her back I’m talking ’bout your mom
\nCause there’s killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines
\nOut committing crimes, wait for sh*t to simmer down
\nCorrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine
\nOn the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya
\nWhere they shoot without a purpose, services ‘n hearses
\nKids who ain’t deserve it, can’t survive a thing, you’re worthless
\nStrangers make me nervous, who’s that peekin’ in my window with a pistol to my curtains?<\/p>\n

[Hook]<\/p>\n

[Outro]
\nPretty n*gga rich, Flacko be the sh*t
\nAnd that b*tch, know we poppin’ so she boppin’ on this d*ck
\nn*gga, R.I.P. to PIMP, can’t forget Little Flip
\nAnd I take it out to Memphis so shout out to triple six<\/p>\n

[Hook]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"