asap rocky & tyler the creator - potato salad [slowed & reverb]

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  • Опубліковано 29 січ 2025

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  • @marseloa.2101
    @marseloa.2101 5 років тому +26

    Sneak peak at heaven never doubt it

  • @teal4265
    @teal4265 6 місяців тому

    this song is amazing and it’s even better slowed

  • @UnoriginalMdot
    @UnoriginalMdot 5 років тому +11

    YESSSS, i officially love your channel

  • @CarlosFGX
    @CarlosFGX 3 роки тому +2

    So relaxing

  • @DonnyJ
    @DonnyJ 5 років тому +14

    WOW

  • @Jxssi7
    @Jxssi7 5 років тому +2

    Fiyah

  • @zoewerts7422
    @zoewerts7422 4 роки тому

    fire

  • @monkeyman2432
    @monkeyman2432 Рік тому

    🚬💨💨💨

  • @TheKenomenon
    @TheKenomenon 3 роки тому +1

    This while high is better than sex

  • @starrrieKnight0
    @starrrieKnight0 5 років тому +8

    Please tell me the anime you watch. PLEASE🙏🙏

  • @iamjeaneiah8690
    @iamjeaneiah8690 4 роки тому +4

    triangle ya nose

  • @gabriel2001z
    @gabriel2001z 5 років тому +2

  • @michakalczewski3568
    @michakalczewski3568 2 роки тому

    That's hot and horny
    Don't say shit like that
    AWGE
    You gon' show me from the top? Listen
    Shout out Harlem, man
    Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
    AWGE in the building, man
    What's good? Is that potato salad?
    Yo, listen
    Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
    So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
    And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
    But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller
    You get pressed and X'd out, triangle your nose
    Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
    So cut the crap like shit barbers
    'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
    Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
    Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
    I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
    My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
    And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
    I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
    Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm alien
    Got the laser gun with the big beam
    Married to the money, my bitch green
    No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
    Y'all niggas weak
    They thought I was goofy and all mouses
    Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
    Y'all cop kush, my nigga, I cop houses
    And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
    Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Paris
    Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
    Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
    Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
    Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
    Bass all in the speakers
    In the field like baseball, play ball
    Face wall when polices come
    I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
    And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
    Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze
    But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
    Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
    If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
    That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue
    Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel
    Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
    Then I think about the state of rapping
    All the freshmans in the classes
    All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
    Mumblin' and rappin'
    Mumble rapping?
    I find it hard to find actual talent
    I find it hard to find a actual challenge
    I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
    Rap Lab's labyrinth
    Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
    Calldrops on the album skits (ayo)
    I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
    Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
    And based on my neck, boy
    You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
    Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
    Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
    And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
    Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed
    But they sleeping on me, man, like their arm is dead
    I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred born
    You ain't animal, you are corn (haha, yeah)
    K shiz, what up, nigga?
    I have nothing cool to do