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A$AP Rocky - The God Hour Lyrics



A$AP Rocky - The God Hour Lyrics




[ Featuring A$AP Ant ]

Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do (uh)
My beeper just a-beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
(Ayy Manny, this joint crank fool)
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (uh)
I'm strapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (what)
Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
My beeper just a-beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two (huh)
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (yeah)
I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (cash out)

Used to sip red, now I'm sippin' on Wock' (uh)
FedEx, I'm shipping gelato and locks (yeah)
Come with the weed, I be plantin' the crop (plantin' the crop)
AMG engine, it come with no key (AMG)
I'm on the beach, I got sand on my feet (yeah)
Gun by my arm, shoot when I reach (arm)
I did it first, and they got it from me (uh)
Count up my deal and I feel like Bruce Lee (swag)
Prada my coat that I rock in the winter (cash out)
Run up my bands and I'm off 'til September (cash out)
When you do favors they never remember (what?)
C.R.E.A.M in my pocket I feel like I'm RZA (uh)

Come get that work
Tell that ho' to flip that twerk
Nigga, this my turf (turf)
Nigga, it's my turn
BG hot boy, this that Turk (this that Turk)
Homeboy kilt, look like skirt
Don't get murked, heh (don't get murked)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dressed like a Aquemini, gentle guy, no, I ain't femini (what)
Long as I keep my hands sanitized (yeah)
I'ma come clean I just realized with no analyze
Money can't fit in my pocket no more 'cause I'm sample size (sample size)
Shoutouts to Matt, shoutout my guys
Slide off to back, slide off to side (side)
Bought a new drop just to shoot out the top
Just to shoot out the top (uh)

Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
My beeper just a-beepin' so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin'
I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (what?)

I was at Coachella, high off the molly (cash out)
Taking the mushrooms, I'm out of my body (mushrooms)
Natural be blooming, I'm smoking biscotti (yeah)
Nigga Chanel, white like a Nazi (yeah)
Hop in the booth, then work my hobby (hop in the booth)
After my show, thirty bitches in lobby (after the show)
Money on Whitney, look at them Bobby (what?)
Marino on my clothing it drench down my body (clothes)
My denim, they Balmain, they orange like a pumpkin (denim)
Stone Island exclusive I got it from London (Stone Island)
Nike Air Maxes to the money I'm running (Nike)
I gotta go get it but can't do no fumblin'

Come get that work
Tell that ho' to flip that twerk
Nigga, this my turf (turf)
Nigga, it's my turn
BG hot boy, this that Turk (this that Turk)
Point boy kilt, look like skirt
Don't get murked, heh (don't get murked)

Yeah
Don-, don-, don't get murked
Cashout
What?

I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip
'Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
Pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip
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English

Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do (uh)
My beeper just a-beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
(Ayy Manny, this joint crank fool)
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (uh)
I'm strapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (what)
Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
My beeper just a-beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two (huh)
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (yeah)
I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (cash out)

Used to sip red, now I'm sippin' on Wock' (uh)
FedEx, I'm shipping gelato and locks (yeah)
Come with the weed, I be plantin' the crop (plantin' the crop)
AMG engine, it come with no key (AMG)
I'm on the beach, I got sand on my feet (yeah)
Gun by my arm, shoot when I reach (arm)
I did it first, and they got it from me (uh)
Count up my deal and I feel like Bruce Lee (swag)
Prada my coat that I rock in the winter (cash out)
Run up my bands and I'm off 'til September (cash out)
When you do favors they never remember (what?)
C.R.E.A.M in my pocket I feel like I'm RZA (uh)

Come get that work
Tell that ho' to flip that twerk
Nigga, this my turf (turf)
Nigga, it's my turn
BG hot boy, this that Turk (this that Turk)
Homeboy kilt, look like skirt
Don't get murked, heh (don't get murked)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dressed like a Aquemini, gentle guy, no, I ain't femini (what)
Long as I keep my hands sanitized (yeah)
I'ma come clean I just realized with no analyze
Money can't fit in my pocket no more 'cause I'm sample size (sample size)
Shoutouts to Matt, shoutout my guys
Slide off to back, slide off to side (side)
Bought a new drop just to shoot out the top
Just to shoot out the top (uh)

Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
My beeper just a-beepin' so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin'
I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (what?)

I was at Coachella, high off the molly (cash out)
Taking the mushrooms, I'm out of my body (mushrooms)
Natural be blooming, I'm smoking biscotti (yeah)
Nigga Chanel, white like a Nazi (yeah)
Hop in the booth, then work my hobby (hop in the booth)
After my show, thirty bitches in lobby (after the show)
Money on Whitney, look at them Bobby (what?)
Marino on my clothing it drench down my body (clothes)
My denim, they Balmain, they orange like a pumpkin (denim)
Stone Island exclusive I got it from London (Stone Island)
Nike Air Maxes to the money I'm running (Nike)
I gotta go get it but can't do no fumblin'

Come get that work
Tell that ho' to flip that twerk
Nigga, this my turf (turf)
Nigga, it's my turn
BG hot boy, this that Turk (this that Turk)
Point boy kilt, look like skirt
Don't get murked, heh (don't get murked)

Yeah
Don-, don-, don't get murked
Cashout
What?

I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip
'Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
Pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip
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Writer: Adam Kirkman, Chidozie Arah, Derrick Dewayne Hill, Emmanuel C. Arah, Eric Lee Louis, Rakim Mayers, Sakata Kareem Oatis
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: A$AP Rocky
Featuring: A$AP Ant
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Adam Kirkman, Chidozie Arah, Derrick Dewayne Hill, Emmanuel C. Arah, Eric Lee Louis, Rakim Mayers, Sakata Kareem Oatis
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