D.M.B. Lyrics by A$AP Rocky is latest English song with music also given by D33J, Shlohmo, Kelvin Krash, Skepta, Hector Delgado & A$AP Rocky. D.M.B. song lyrics are written by Hamilton Bohannon, Kelvin Krash, Skepta, Shlohmo, D33J, Hector Delgado & A$AP Rocky.
D.M.B. Song Detail
| Song Name: | D.M.B. |
| Singer: | A$AP Rocky |
| Composer: | D33J, Shlohmo, Kelvin Krash, Skepta, Hector Delgado, A$AP Rocky |
| Lyrics by: | Hamilton Bohannon, Kelvin Krash, Skepta, Shlohmo, D33J, Hector Delgado, A$AP Rocky |
D.M.B. Lyrics
Yeah!
Fake homies do turn to fake phony dudes
Let me find out that you phony too
Yeah! Fake homies do turn to fake-
Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my b—h
Hold my gun, load it up, count my slugs
That’s my b—h
They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, be my b—h (that’s my b—h)
They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that’s my b—h)
They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Be my b—h, rub my gut
Rub yo’ butt, be my s–t
Be my cunt, yeah! So what?
F–k them hoes (that’s my b—h)
They don’t know nothing
F–k they talking about?
Cause they don’t know nothing
Time to call it what it was
First I thought it wasn’t nothing
Probably think I wanna hit and run
Bad girls wanna have fun
I don’t want no goody two-shoes, no, none
I aingt no priest, I aingt gone preach
I aingt want no goodie-goodie
But she still praise jesus
I share my clothes with my b—h like she my sis
I don’t beat my b—h, I need my b—h
Shе clean my crib, she feed my friends
Shе keep my secret, she keep my fridge packed
My freezer lit
That’s how deep I get, negative degrees
What’s the type of b—h I need
Roll my, roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my b—h
That’s my b—h
Hold my, hold my, load it up, count my slugs
That’s my b—h
Yeah! They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, be my b—h (that’s my b—h)
They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that’s my b—h)
They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Be my b—h, rub my gut
Rub yo’ butt, be my s–t
Be my cunt, yeah! So what?
F–k them hoes (that’s my b—h)
They don’t know nothing
F–k they talking about?
Cause they don’t know nothing
She got bank accounts too
With big amounts, s–t you couldn’t count
Just pick the number that you couldn’t count to
Like an attitude, curve a n—a
When she didn’t have too
Around the lords like a british counsel
With all these sticks around you
We can build you a wooden castle
Got a penthouse, see the bronx zoo
Got a town house with the town view
Got surround sound with the top down
Ride through allerton up to soundview
I was lost then, but I found you
I was slim thick with a bounce too
It’s your tough love that I’m bound to
I f–k it up, then it’s round two
Roll my, roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my b—h
That’s my b—h
Hold my, hold my, load it up, count my slugs
That’s my b—h
Yeah! They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, be my b—h
I fell in love with you
They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
That’s my b—h
They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Be my b—h, rub my gut
Rub yo’ butt, be my s–t
Be my cunt, yeah! So what?
F–k them hoes (that’s my b—h)
They don’t know nothing
I fell in love with you
F–k they talking about?
Cause they don’t know nothing
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
Baby (I fell in love with you)
Hey! It’s been a little time since we both
I fell in love with you
Felt full since our first encounter
My first encounter
And baby (I fell in love with you)
Don’t let another n—a try my baby
Girl you know I’m one call away
I wish a n—a would, I’m one phone call away
It’s nothing (s–t aingt nothing, baby)
And baby (I fell in love with you)
My angel and my goddess, when my head get clouded
My head get cloudy, my thoughts get cloudy
You’re my soulmate, my goddess (my soulmate)
And baby (I fell in love with you)
Took a little time in a gray place
I fell in love with you
For nothing, no thanks
Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my b—h
Hold my gun, load it up, count my slugs
That’s my b—h
They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, be my b—h (that’s my b—h)
They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that’s my b—h)
They don’t know nothing
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Be my b—h, rub my gut
Rub yo’ butt, be my s–t
Be my cunt, yeah! So what?
F–k them hoes (that’s my b—h)
They don’t know nothing
F–k they talking about?
’cause they don’t know nothing
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you