文本歌词

Perfume (香水) - A$AP Ferg (速可达福星)
Trap Lord on my belly free my ni**a Really
Elijah smoking that smelly ménages in the telly
Trap Lord on my belly free my ni**a Really
Elijah smoking that smelly ménages in the telly
Trap Lord on my belly free my ni**a Really
Elijah smoking that smelly ménages in the telly
Bonde b**ch named Shelly xxxx all in her belly
I met that b**ch at a fashion show
She was rocking Margiela
I was with Quasey Casey rocking all that Versace
Might be in there sailing smoking all that Beijing
Ten stacks in my pocket for no reason I got it
F**k around and hit Sin City tell that b**ch to pop it
What's up with you and Purrp
I ain't into all of that gossip
He brought the funk into my crew
You gotta ask Rocky about it
All I know is A$AP riding in them Maybachs
40 cal we spray that when AK brratt you take nap
Oh Lord that Hood Pope oh Lord that Trap Lord
Why they call you Trap Lord
'Cause you a rap lord to my casket
I ain't bowing to no time Hood Pope on my gold shine
My dirty niggas wanna tote nine but we talk rhyme
I tell them hold up
All I know is that Trap Lord Trap Lord
That Hood Pope
All I know is that Trap Lord
But you're a rap Lord to my casket
All I know is that fast Porsche ah smoking that good smoke
Model b**ch who from Brazil she want it on her culo culo
Riding around the city feeling like P Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt ni**a no Pac and no Biggie
Riding around the city feeling like PDiddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt ni**a no Pac and no Biggie ha
No reply when you call Lord mama cry till her throat sore
Liechtenstein when I drunk four you was dying in this war hall
Body left near the staircase courtesy of the whole mob
Don't mean no f**king thing when I pull up in that Goyard
Shooked up from that toe star ask questions like Nardwuar
Like can you feel your f**king legs
I bet that ni**a cannot walk
Persian b**ch stack coke hard sniff white till her nose soft
I f**ked that b**ch with no rubber 'cause that b**ch be so raw
Puff puff when the semi pump ni**a really gonna pop
Trunks when you see me duck niggas really want
Y'all punks can't see the God trap truly Lord
And I click like Donkey Kong when I hit this long
Better run when you see the mob you be seeing God
Hear the drum when my niggas march you gong see *****
You the son of a b**ch ni**a you daddy a broad
You a b**ch little b**ch ni**a probably wearing bras
All I know is that Trap Lord Trap Lord Trap Lord
That Hood Pope Hood Pope
All I know is that Trap Lord
But you're a rap Lord to my casket
All I know is that fast Porsche ah smoking that good smoke
Model b**ch who from Brazil she want it on her culo culo
Riding around the city feeling like P Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt ni**a no Pac and no Biggie
Riding around the city feeling like PDiddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt ni**a no Pac and no Biggie