ASAP Ferg – Kristi Yamagucci (feat. Denzel Curry, IDK & Nicknack)

[Intro: NickNPattiWhack]
Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone
Da-damn baby, I been smokin’
Been chokin’ and it’s so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby?
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby
And choke them even harder
Cause you’s a dawg, you’s a, you’s a fuckin’ champ, these are puppies baby
They can’t, they can’t fuck with you baby, Lord

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a Maybach (smear)
Testin’ that pussy like Pap (smear), eatin’ that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah), Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
I’m ’bout to write Yammy a letter, tell ’em I’m doin’ way better (right)
"Plain Jane" the song of the year (yeah), I’m busy just chasin’ the lettuce
I’m a Calvin Klein model on billboards, I did a campaign with the fellas (right)
Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJs, (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin’ me all these free clothes, (right) momma just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay, niggas gon’ have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me and Jam Master Jay for TJ

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Goddamn, nigga
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
‘Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
‘Cause you just all over the fuckin’ world with this shit, baby
Niggas cannot touch you

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
See you flaggin’ and they packin’ what you lackin’
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
Amnesia, got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
Nigga you need to get one of these fuckin’ Motorolas baby
Niggas can’t even track us, baby

[Verse 3: IDK]
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tyin’ up to punks, huh
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
And I ain’t talkin’ groupie bitches
When I say they got their panties in a bunch
I’m talkin’ niggas, I ain’t talkin’ nada
They ain’t talkin’ figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
Cruisin’ in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
Pull up to the place, fucked her when we met up
Yeah, I’m gettin’ buzz, but I never let up
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
I’m playin’ chess, you stuck on checkers
That’s why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (wait)
I’m losin’ track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)

Babylon – Ekali feat. Denzel Curry lyrics

Lyrics Ekali – Babylon

Envious
Everyone actin’ so frivolous
Jealousy
I can read it with telepathy
You makin’ me sick (x2)
I might run up on a nigga and
Click.(babylon)

It is the ultimate Myrmidon
From the land, which is the city of Babylon
Dress up my hands, don’t confuse me for cinema
I’m one of a kind, as I grow like a Digimon
When I’m evolvin’, not many books
Many revolvers, no problem solvin’
Illegal tendencies, infinite symphonies
Illustrate misery, livin’ on infamy
Infamous Lord versuri-lyrics.info
If you come back from the dead, you will go back to the morgue
I’ll hunt you like senzu, so better be humble
Don’t make me, I’m Wesley in the Art of War
Soar, sin and then you will be flyin’
Truth, ad hominem, I won’t be lyin’
Bruh, ain’t no hakuna matata
‘Cuz, you shouldn’t f**k with a lion
Damn.

Envious
Everyone actin’ so frivolous
Jealousy
I can read it with telepathy
You makin’ me sick (x2)
I might run up on a nigga and
Click.

It is the ultimate test
Strategize now, it’s the ultimate flex
Sunder my thing without breakin’ a sweat
Got a list full of names and I’m all about checks
Like an assassin, I’m everlasting
Go like a gadget, you can imagine
When I get Ratchet, Clank on me
Thankfully
Ain’t no containing me, comparing me
Vision impaired, you should prepare to die
Never been scared to try
I got the feel of a burning sensation
My nation believe I can walk on the sky
Anarchy, analyst, and highly dangerous
Must be an alien, that pray to amethyst
My style is cancerous, up in the cannabis
ULT anarchist
Ohhh.

Envious
Everyone actin’ so frivolous
Jealousy
I can read it with telepathy
You makin’ me sick (x2)
I might run up on a nigga and
Clickkk. (x2)
Ekali lyrics
Video Ekali

Denzel Curry – Ultimate

Ultimate Lyrics by Denzel Curry

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face so now you late, open the gates

Great, eliminate like ElimiDate
Hey, young boy had to penetrate
Face, young boy done caught a case
Bang, now his mama living with the pain
Wait, doctor says he’s gonna stay
Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate
Now a nigga harder than the head of the state
Denzel Curry is the new candidate
Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
Stop this shit, chop your esophagus
Bitches be bopping it, bow down and popping it
Dropping it in her esophagus
She get so nasty, in public she classy
Perhaps she is able to swallow it
Girl, I can make you a star
Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch
Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
Narcissist, part time an arsonist
Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch
Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus
Dearly departed, it’s done when it started
So now that I’m living so harmonious
Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate
I am the best, there’s no politics, bitch, I’m ultimate

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face so now you late, open the gates

Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium
Open the internet, photosynthesis
Put up parentheses, temporary
Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry
Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life
But yet the question is is he fake, is he real
What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up
I’ma sever it when I sever shit
I kill ’em, no Kony, these niggas ain’t homies
Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly
Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic
Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic
Flow like a foreigner, I’m the torturer
Out of South Florida, call the coroner
Killed in the corridor, I’m the overlord
Rhymes like a sorcerer, I’m an animorph
Bitch, I’m a beast
Nigga, you tell me who fucking with me
K to the I to the N to the G
Claim you the hottest, but I disagree
Better love something than get a degree
This for lord infamous so R.I.P
Arrivederci, bitches looking thirsty, riding through the dirty
Like it’s mandatory, ending of the story

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face so now you late, open the gates