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A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Stimme und Gesang
Andrew Jones
Andrew Jones
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Patricio Contreras
Patricio Contreras
Songwriter:in
Darold Ferguson Jr.
Darold Ferguson Jr.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
A$AP P On The Boards
A$AP P On The Boards
Produzent:in
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Napolian
Napolian
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Her hands all on my fade
Bitch, pop that ass in the coupe
That bitch got Lisa Leslie money
She ballin', Cheryl Swoops
She keep rubbin' her nose
I can tell she wanna snoop
That coke make my dick numb
She put it all in her glutes
[Verse 2]
Feel like Bishop from Juice
Gun all in my boot
Sayonara, feel the sauna
When I blast that ass with that ooze, ooh
Blast that ass with that ooze
Better hope to god it ain't you
Trap lord with about ten jeeps
No tellin' what I might do
[Verse 3]
I fucked your bitch, ****
And she about to fuck my crew
She just finished with Twelvyy
And now she off to Lou
Pussy ass **** wearing all black
Claim they off to shoot
I pray to god he ain't lyin'
My gorillas live in the zoo
[Verse 4]
I got killers with the deuce-deuce
Them tan boys my ****
They gon' ride with me too
Bust they nines with me too
That's my bilingual crew
Who do sign language true
Bandanas in they pockets
How the fuck we gon' lose?
[Verse 5]
I fucked your bitch, ****
I fucked your bitch
I fucked your bitch, ****
I fucked your bitch
She sucked my dick, ****
She sucked my dick
She sucked my dick, ****
She sucked my dick
[Verse 6]
Ride around town with about a hunnid ****
When you see me come around, don't try to run up on a ****
Four pound, lay 'em down, now you six feet under, ****
If you flip some type of weight then let me see you dump, ****
[Verse 7]
Ride around in my city, feelin' like P Diddy
Glock nine in my silk shirt, ****, no Pac and no Biggie
Skully low and my teeth hurt but these grills is worth a milli
I was in the club, I seen the whole thing, I was right next to Meek Milly
[Verse 8]
Shout outs my **** Chrissy, don't thug over these bitches
I ain't fuckin' with these ratchet hoes, I put a slug in these bitches
Pop a pill in her asshole, put drugs in these bitches
Impress my girl, she's fine as fuck, so I ain't lovin' these bitches
[Verse 9]
I just be fuckin' these bitches, ain't no love for these bitches
Diamond dollars, that Fergenstein, I DDP on these ****
Feel the heat when it pick up, bullet creep to his window
****, I'm goin' double wood, fuck around and catch a splinter
[Verse 10]
Nine milli, my ****, get hung high ceilin', my ****
All the macks and they Maybach's, no five fifty, my ****
They sayin' Ferg went from kissin' pink to a young fifty, my ****
I'm in court for your bitch ass, that's real shitty, my ****
[Verse 11]
I fucked your bitch, ****
I fucked your bitch
I fucked your bitch, ****
I fucked your bitch
She sucked my dick, ****
She sucked my dick
She sucked my dick, ****
She sucked my dick
[Verse 12]
Ride around town with about a hunnid ****
When you see me come around, don't try to run up on a ****
Four pound, lay 'em down, now you six feet under, ****
If you flip some type of weight then let me see you dump, ****
[Verse 13]
With about a hunnid ****
Don't try to run up on a ****
Now you six feet under, ****
Let me see you dump, ****
With about a hunnid ****
Don't try to run up on a ****
Now you six feet under, ****
Let me see you dump, ****
Written by: Andrew Jones, Darold Brown, Patricio Contreras
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