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a$ap twelvyy - new amerika lyrics
[intro: a$ap twelvyy]
revolutionary fire
get a trademark, a llc man, take account of yeah
yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
yeah, it’s time, yeah
[chorus: a$ap twelvyy]
3d printed pistol but the bullets real
corporations burning to the ground
b_tch that new america, how good it feel
bet my fallen soldiers would be proud
3d printed pistol but the bullets real
corporations burning to the ground
b_tch that new america, how good it feel
bet my fallen soldiers would be proud
[verse 1: a$ap twelvyy]
empty out the city, [?] it to the hills
index going down, we can’t complete a deal
all the vaccinations and these little pills
bracing on the highway, we can feel the thrill
all this fire on me like a fire drill
ain’t compliance homie, i could pot a field
i could drive the moment, brother drive the wheel
isthmus in my heart, word to emmett till
various components, i supplied it real
carry him my focus, i won’t cop a feel
married in the moment, watch the ceiling peel
world still spinning when i’m standing still
seen a new beginning from the windowsill
[break: a$ap twelvyy]
haha
you see that man? manifest your destiny
you see that? these people really out here working
what you doing?
[verse 2: a$ap twelvyy]
wanna hold a meeting on the zoom
of this building, fitting like the tomb
pour a [?] morse on my wounds
[?] see or you watch it bloom
and celebrate the knowledge for the youth
fortune 500 in my room
tryna turn a zombie to a king
the money turn your mommy to a fiend
the science i’m applying to my dreams
these devils steady tucking on my wings
cybernetics connected to machines
[chorus: a$ap twelvyy]
3d printed pistol but the bullets real
corporations burning to the ground
b_tch that new america, how good it feel
bet my fallen soldiers would be proud
[break]
i can’t say for you b_tch ass n_ggas
go check this sh_t out, you ho ass n_ggas
y’all n_ggas owe me any money, n_gga, bring that sh_t in all hundreds today
[part ii]
[verse 3: conway the machine]
look in peace to yams, shout out to twelve
we came up from the bottom n_gga now we wealthy
so if you broke, it ain’t nothing that you ’bout to tell me
four grams in these backwoods, you about to smell me
connected cali hit my phone and said he bout to mail me
200 ps to my b_tch condo out in chelsea
when i was broke, n_ggas would cap like they was ’bout to help me
but i ain’t buying none of that bullsh_t they was ’bout to sell me
checked from the fish, i perfected it
when n_ggas cooked, f_cked up, called me to rescue it
this only half of my money, bro, where the rest of it
i don’t wanna hear all of that extra sh_t
ever since that bullet hit my neck and it stuck, it didn’t exit it
i lit up my neck with all my necklaces, all vs in it
the doors on the tesla lit
i’ve been shot before but the tecca sit on my lap and that ratchet got an extra clip
[?] lobster from lighthouse when i be in harlem
double park the range right in the front, i’mma eat it [?]
i got shooter on speed dial, i can easily call him
fax rap, no cap rap, we squeezing regardless
3 racks for the red bottoms i got at [?] markets
been a rapper with 3 16s, i’m steven hawking
so let me know if it’s gon’ be a problem
k clapped the ring, so from now on call me a$ap machine
conway, b_tch
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