Hood Pope (Explicit)
A$AP Ferg"Hood Pope (Explicit)" ist ein Song von A$AP Ferg, 2013, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:14, 65 lines / 471 words.
Songtext
0:09Let me sing my song if you feel this sh*t
0:12Mothaf**ka sing along
0:16This the Hood Pope chain hang low
0:20Red rubies and the gold
0:24Young Trap Lord feel your pain
0:26I be down for my people
0:31Drinking Jesus juice jeans hang low
0:34Red rubies and the gold
0:37And we sick cause we hurting
0:38Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them
0:40Then murk off in Excursion
0:42All cause a ni**a be lurking
0:43Big money sh*t we earning
0:45A bunch of hooligans need churching
0:47I'm the Hood Pope these my children
0:48And I'll be their Donnie McClurkin
0:51Gold teeth when I'm smirking
0:52Bunch of little kids running 'round need nuturing
0:54Lord know that I ain't really perfect
0:56All of these clowns run around this circus
0:58Lord please what is my purpose
1:00Besides f**king these Persians
1:02Popping these bottles and popping these models
1:03Please tell me where is the Sherman
1:06And I'm smoking my w**d put me in my zone
1:09Demons chasing me cause they want my dome
1:13And I carry the heat and I sleep with the chrome
1:16Cause I'm in some beef and they want my dome
1:22Let me sing my song if you feel this sh*t
1:25Mothaf**ka sing along
1:29This the Hood Pope chain hang low
1:32Red rubies and the gold
1:36Young Trap Lord feel your pain
1:39I be down for my people
1:44Drinking Jesus juice jeans hang low
1:47Red rubies and the gold
1:49God say "Son you don't wanna go down"
1:52Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
1:56God say "Son you don't wanna go down"
1:59Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
2:03God say "Son you don't wanna go down"
2:06Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
2:10God say "Son you don't wanna go down"
2:13Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
2:18And I told you told you time again
2:20That ain't you gon' find your friends
2:21You talking about you riding with them
2:22And fighting with them those ain't your friends
2:25You dying lying on cement
2:27Momma be crying "Don't take him "
2:28Gotta be trying but he said "I promise he won't ever again"
2:32God he was a little child he was a good kid for a while
2:36He found the streets and then it got wild;
2:38God I promise never again
2:39God he is my only child please awake him so he smiles
2:43But all she hear is lonely sounds
2:45Now he won't talk ever again
2:49Let me sing my song if you feel this sh*t
2:52Mothaf**ka sing along
2:56This the Hood Pope chain hang low
2:59Red rubies and the gold
3:04Young Trap Lord feel your pain
3:06I be down for my people
3:11Drinking Jesus juice jeans hang low
3:14Red rubies and the gold
Let me sing my song if you feel this sh*t Mothaf**ka sing along This the Hood Pope chain hang low Red rubies and the gold Young Trap Lord feel your pain I be down for my people Drinking Jesus juice jeans hang low Red rubies and the gold And we sick cause we hurting Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them Then murk off in Excursion All cause a ni**a be lurking Big money sh*t we earning A bunch of hooligans need churching I'm the Hood Pope these my children And I'll be their Donnie McClurkin Gold teeth when I'm smirking Bunch of little kids running 'round need nuturing Lord know that I ain't really perfect All of these clowns run around this circus Lord please what is my purpose Besides f**king these Persians Popping these bottles and popping these models Please tell me where is the Sherman And I'm smoking my w**d put me in my zone Demons chasing me cause they want my dome And I carry the heat and I sleep with the chrome Cause I'm in some beef and they want my dome Let me sing my song if you feel this sh*t Mothaf**ka sing along This the Hood Pope chain hang low Red rubies and the gold Young Trap Lord feel your pain I be down for my people Drinking Jesus juice jeans hang low Red rubies and the gold God say "Son you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound God say "Son you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound God say "Son you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound God say "Son you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound And I told you told you time again That ain't you gon' find your friends You talking about you riding with them And fighting with them those ain't your friends You dying lying on cement Momma be crying "Don't take him " Gotta be trying but he said "I promise he won't ever again" God he was a little child he was a good kid for a while He found the streets and then it got wild; God I promise never again God he is my only child please awake him so he smiles But all she hear is lonely sounds Now he won't talk ever again Let me sing my song if you feel this sh*t Mothaf**ka sing along This the Hood Pope chain hang low Red rubies and the gold Young Trap Lord feel your pain I be down for my people Drinking Jesus juice jeans hang low Red rubies and the gold
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