Love$ick (feat. A$AP Rocky) - Mura Masa

Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh, wooh! Niggas pistol-poppin' like it's 1999 I was nine, maybe ten, then again, never mind Press rewind, back in time Before rappers droppin' dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies With clichés all in they rhymes Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer Money, power, the whole enchilada Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava (oh) They serve you to your flocka If you disrespect that blocka, blocka Choppas on eavesdroppers Fuck these choppas, I'm about it Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa Yeah, you outer, but I'm hotter Car jackin', pistol-packin' Mothafuckin' choppers clappin' Metal jacket, automatic magazines, head-on traffic Fenders smashin', windows crashin' Pants saggin', fuck your fashion Yeah, a nigga run Manhattan Back in Cali's where it happen They fit Gucci, Escada and anything designer Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow It was probably the robbers The goons and the goblins (oh) They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata From New York to San Andreas And all around the world Going back to Cali Going back to Cali New York to San Andreas I'm screaming, "Fuck the world!" I'm going back to Cali Going back to Cali (Uh) Nigga, what's brackin'? I'm really out here boolin' on the West Side, you know what I'm sayin'? West, you know what I mean? Yeah, just seen a Camino, know what I mean? Just bein' careful out here Lookin' out for the enemies Cuz, you already know how we get down, cuz Fuck killin' these, cuz, I'm on the set, cuz We killin' everything, anything movin' Shit, I'm shootin' at niggas on the sight, cuz You already know, yeah I've caught you slippin', y'all can be back, nigga He ain't copped that, fuck that, Blood Niggas slippin' on the cuz, cuz I had to make that happen with this solo Maserati, like Atari With no car keys, push to start it New Bugatti, two Bugattis Tesla Roadster, blue Ferrari Lamborghini, system bumpin' Me no worried; Rastafari This the hardest, supersonic Systematic, too retarded New Versace, new apartment Bigger closet, newer carpet Hit departments, cooler garments Set my goal up, new accomplish Shootin' targets, you the target Movin' targets, new accomplice Killed the game and still regardless Beat the charges, do the honors

Don't give a fuck about your man I'm just seeing what it's hitting for (Bitch I'm sayin') How you fronting on a kid though? You should fuck with me, girl You know what you need, girl See I used to livin' life up on my own, yeah In search of love and for a wife to call my own, yeah It's all I think about at nights when I'm all alone, yeah Swear that I can't get no rest in California, yeah, yeah Uh, uh Uh, woo Swear this life is just a whole bunch of vices Niggas biting off of my shit, my dick Stay up in your chick ride stick without a license Tell her hold on like some vice grips Might just call her let her ride with a baller Look up on her face was priceless wonder what my type is Well tonight Mrs. Lightskin with a light mix, or a light switch White chick, darkskin complexion and she righteous I take a dyke chick if she like dick I kissed the dyke chick and I liked it Fucking each and every Katy Perry for the night bitch Light this Light it, light it, puff it, puff it, pass it, pass it (Moving on to better things, I'm sure) Bless, sit back and relax one time, clear your mind 'Bout to send me back to my old ways Know what I'm saying? Yeah, I'm just, she making mistakes (Can't feed this addiction anymore) I've been puffin', rollin' up Cop a lot and pourin' up Plus my niggas know the plug A generation's thrown on drugs I swear that bitch Rita Ora got a big mouth Next time I see her might curse the bitch out Kicked the bitch out once 'cause she bitched out Spit my kids out, jizzed up all in her mouth and made the bitch bounce Ride with a nigga mane, and you know I stay fly like the jigga mane And it figures, 'cause here is something you can't understand I rather just kill it man, anyways Nowadays everybody's stressed, yes Animosity is better off your chest, yes Guess everybody want to stay blessed, stay fresh Take a nigga threats, but I'm up next, take debts Light it, light it, puff it, puff it, pass it, pass it (Moving on to better things) Inhale, exhale, relieve your mind of stress Smoke some one time for your boy A$AP (Can't feed this addiction anymore) I've been puffin', rollin' up Cop a lot and pourin' up Plus my niggas know the plug A generation's thrown on drugs

Te vi, me viste, al principio fue una broma Luego la verdad se asoma Intercambiamos sonrisas Pasó algún tiempo, poco menos de una hora Y por debajo de la mesa Tu tacón tocó mi bota Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana Después de eso nos veíamos casi a diario Nuestro amigo el calendario Nos dio 400 citas De tanto amarnos nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano Ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana, yeh-hey Pasando el tiempo, analizando la ruptura, la versión que tiene el lobo No es la de Caperucita De tanto amarnos, nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano, ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Seguramente pa la otra que nos veamos repitamos Lo de la primera cita, yeah, eh-eh-eh-eh Uh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

Miras con tanta dulzura, hermosa criatura Tú mi bello ángel que cayó del cielo Soy un simple pobre diablo que corrió con suerte Que logró obtenerte por obra divina Pues en cada esquina te busqué Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Viniste a reconformarme, a rehabilitarme Tú mi bello ángel, yo estaba perdido Siento que después de ti yo soy otra persona Ya no me conozco, ¿qué paso conmigo? Por eso te digo que tú Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa' mí Bella Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin peros solo tentación Le dije "Voy a conquistar tu familia" Que en unos días, vas a ser mía Me dijo Que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta Que ningún vato como yo actúa Ahí te va mija Y pura doble P viejo Así no más compa Pedro puro Eslabón Armado A las plebitas (cha-chau) No soy Un vato que tiene varo Pero hablando del corazón Te cumplo todo Me agarro Pegadito de su mano Mi compa ni se la creyó Que al pasar fui yo Su cuerpo Juro por Dios, que era tan perfecta Su cintura como modelo Sus ojos Desde el principio me enamoraron A ella le gusto Y a mí me gusta

Oh, I'd rather be kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand In your apartment on the weekends Lift up my dress to see where you've been That's what I want and that's where I am Bite off an apple right from your fridge Come here and taste it right off my lips Spill your emotions into my hands That's what I want I smell like a rose, can I have you in doses? No, I don't wanna fight, but I will if you like I don't swim, I just dive right into those blue-green eyes No, I don't wanna fight, I just, I just wanna be Kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand In your apartment on the weekends Lift up my dress to see where you've been That's what I want and that's where I am Bite off an apple right from your fridge Come here and taste it right off my lips Spill your emotions into my hands That's what I want And da-da-da-da-da-da The sun in our eyes, this love is blind Let's not decide whether we're too far gone 'Cause I'd rather be Kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand In your apartment on the weekends Lift up my dress to see where you've been That's what I want and that's where I am Bite off an apple right from your fridge Come here and taste it right off my lips Spill your emotions into my hands That's what I want (That's what I want) Oh, oh, oh, oh da-da-dumn That's what I Dum da-da-dum, oh That's what I