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[Intro: Harry Fraud]
La Musica De Harry Fraud

[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy]
I've been running through these borderlines
Passport like the Nordstrom Line, it's all tagged up
Young n*gga with a 45
Now the whole hood horrified we all masked up
Has them n*ggas seen a poltergeist?
Hey, crack n*gga, roll the dice, get the cash up
Me and lou banga riding in the Porsche
Smoking on gas so you know that b*tch gassed up
I've been speeding on the Autobahn
Can't talk, need to to call a car
Better call Tyrone cause a young n*gga off of y'all
Slow down like Lord Jamar
Yeah, yeah, with the northern star
Wiling out with an open charge
f*ck around and have court tomorrow
But I better get off them all
'Nough time to watch Oprah, y'all
And I'm young, black and focused, dawg

[Hook: A$AP Twelvyy]
Yeah, I tell them n*ggas I don't f*ck with them, damn
I tell them losers that I love to win, sh*t
I hope these b*tches let me f*ck again
f*ck around and f*ck a friend, they're like "what's up?" again
Yeah, I tell them n*ggas I don't f*ck with them, yeah
I tell them losers that I love to win, yeah
I hope these b*tches let me f*ck again
f*ck around and f*ck a friend, they're like "what's up?" again
[Verse 2: A$AP Ant]
Popped up on the scene like an airplane
White b*tch model sniff cocaine
Getting pictures like I'm Pootie Tang
Feel like king when you hit the Mustang
Yelling out the window, "Money in the thing"
b*tches knees to the ground when they're in the thing
From Baltimore where you hear the shots ring
Soon as you get caught, n*ggas gonna say
Shied out, catch [?] let your brain say
Like Steph Curry with the bills in the lane
'Bout to get a triple double with you f*ck n*ggas
At the Mossberg [?] quicker
Gotta tell the world, gotta get more richer
Like Roger Clemens, but I'm no picture
Pouring up lean, don't do f*cking liquor
I'll f*ck that b*tch, I don't f*cking miss her

[Hook: A$AP Twelvyy]
Yeah, I tell them n*ggas I don't f*ck with them, damn
I tell them losers that I love to win, sh*t
I hope these b*tches let me f*ck again
f*ck around and f*ck a friend, they're like "what's up?" again
Yeah, I tell them n*ggas I don't f*ck with them, yeah
I tell them losers that I love to win, yeah
I hope these b*tches let me f*ck again
f*ck around and f*ck a friend, they're like "what's up?" again