A$AP Rocky – Pretty Flacko (Remix)
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Pretty Flacko (Remix)

IntroA$AP Rocky

Ugh, yeah, ugh
You know I be that Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye the Second, nigga
You know we had to hit you with another one
This time I got my niggas with me
We finna keep it trill in this bitch, know what I'm saying?
If you a trill nigga, if you a trill bitch
Throw that shit up right now!

Verse 1A$AP Rocky

Shotgun pop, make the military mad
Chop, won props with a military badge
Went AWOL cause I serve 8-balls
And I straight eggnog with the military axe
Pimping when I'm pinning, bitch, you couldn't tell me that [ugh
Way too live, where the cemetery at? [yeah
Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat
So remember, to the end or to infinity it's [swag
Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga gripping that yopper [yeah
Party like a rocker [ugh], now my niggas rocking with Flocka
Guess who just walked in with a Goyard bag
Sixteen gold teeth and four gold slabs
One dime piece, you already know she bad
Givenchy tee and extraordinary...
My wrist said I'm rich [ugh], my-my whips say I made it [yeah
My tat say A$AP and yo bitch say I'm famous [yeah
My whole clique dangerous [yeah
We creeping and sweeping them grams up
For niggas and bitches and killers with triggers
Who bucking and keeping them hands up [yeah]

HookA$AP Rocky

If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up

Verse 2Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka, loco loco [Flocka!
I don't fuck with po-po, po-po [No!
FN on my hip, shorty [BOW! BOW!
I'm not ridin' solo dolo [BOW! BOW! BOW! UGH!
R.I.P. to Duncan Romo [Damn!
Pay for pussy, that's a no-no [Flex!
Throwin' money, dive in the crowd [Flex!
Shorty I take all that promo [Flex! Flex! Flex!
Call me Pretty Gordo [Swag!
Baller, date a model, drinking Roma [Bass!
Moscato keep me G'd up
While I'm buying bottle after bottle [Okay!
Thirty chicks, Frankie Lymon [Flex!
He ain't balling, girl, he's just lying [No!
Oh, broke-ass nigga, won't you keep on trying? [Hahaha!
Killed the parking lot, oh you heard, we shining [Woo! Woo!
My watch say I made it [UNH!], my chains say I'm rich [Flex!
Diamonds in my mouth got me talking cash shit [Squad!
Kush Clark Kent [Squad!
Four-door Benz, what I spent [Squad! Squad!
Fuck your main girl off my down-south accent [Waka Flocka!]

HookA$AP Rocky & Waka Flocka Flame

If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up [Flocka!
If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up [Waka!
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up [Squad!
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up

Verse 3Gucci Mane

My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich [Rich!
I'm talking cash shit, 'cause Gucci Mane the shit [Gucci!
Hit a lot of licks [Licks!], sold a lot of bricks [Skrt!
Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit [Quit!
Gucci going loco [Loco!], had that cocoa loco [Loco!
Shorty say I fucked her, I don't really know, though [Know, though
These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo [Ugh!
Blue and white diamonds bitch, I'm so Tony Romo [Damn!
Thirty-four bricks, I crammed 'em in the van
Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams [Skrt!
Thirty-six O's, stamped with the dragon
Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah, we got them Falcons [Skrt!]

HookA$AP Rocky & Pharrell

If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up [Skateboard
If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up [Ya heard?
I rock Chanel nigga, and BAPE fish lures
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up

Verse 4Pharrell Williams

Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller
Where's your bitch, nigga? We control her
The weed, she holding while she be over
And when she saw my mothafuckin' keys, it's over
And when I start it up, she like, "Lean me over"
Cold heart, warm dick, momma, we be polar
I wore Louboutins before they knew what they was
They like, "Louis Vuitton? Naw, uh-uh, cuz"
That's when I realized they didn't know what they was
Them niggas act like I fuckin' stepped in blood
'07 to '11, man, I put out duds
And ate space cakes that was filled with bud
And now 2012, nigga, look at these Scuds
Green hair, money on my mind, hip-hop grunge
You wear a cross, I wear a Cartier nail
You niggas ain't fuckin' with Ph'rell
My wrist sizzle hot like it's stuck in the chair
My jewelry's so loud, it's got something to share
Like a conspiracy, like it's ACHAP
Everybody on my dick like Ahab
Wait, did I say that? First, pause, then play back
Recognize nigga, A$AP

HookA$AP Rocky

If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up

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