Rakim Mayers (born October 3, 1988 in Harlem, New York NY, United States), better known by his stage name ASAP Rocky (stylized as A$AP Rocky), is an American rapper, director, and member of the New York based Hip-Hop collective ASAP Mob. ASAP Rocky gained recognition among the hip hop community in 2011 with his first mixtape LIVE.LOVE.A$AP. He released his first album 'Long.Live.A$AP' in 2013, and his second album 'AT.LONG.LAST.A$AP' was released on May 26, 2015. Both albums debuted at number one on the Billboard 200.
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Multiply
A$AP Rocky Lyrics
Fuck niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin', broke ass,
You know what I'm sayin'?
Jealous hatin' ass niggas out here man,
You know what I'm sayin'?
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, know what I'm sayin'?
They could be smilin' in your face
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin'
Doo rag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim
One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into throwin' shots
But these mothafuckas better give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and these niggas
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I,
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply
I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag nigga (shut the fuck up)
Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
Hba shit is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga
Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
Hba shit is weak, you can keep that
I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at?
Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that
(We ain't no fashion killas nigga, we fashionable killas y'all got Flacko fucked up)
I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents
Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch
I think back to when Pac is packin' lint
It's like a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp
Bitches lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin',
These niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit,
Man niggas be gettin' extorted like a mothafucka out here man,
You know what I'm sayin'
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Written by: David Darnell Brown, Rakim Mayers, Anthony Lamont Wharton Ii, Willie Mckinley Hutchinson, Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Marlon J. Goodwin, Premro Vonzellaire Smith
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Kiffen Beats
the dude making push ups while smoking cigarette was iconic
Dunstin Checksin
Yeah he's a real man of genius.
real shit
he’s like carti
Irwing Trejo
LMFAOOO DEADASS
W14 content
'making' push ups lol so German
David Postma
I use to chug 40 ozs & do push ups & pull ups at parks
Snowman Shaw
2021 and still listening to this track.
Kory Bunao
yessirrr
trey schlacht
Easy
sandro Cz
2021 fake niggas still multiply