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[Intro: A$AP Ferg] |
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I gotta close the window before I record |
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Cause New York don't know how to be quiet |
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[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] |
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Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa |
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Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers |
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But really though, she a silly ho |
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Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough |
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She don't get nothin' from a nigga though |
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All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios |
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Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical |
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Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs |
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No tint though, on my window |
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So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo |
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Ballin'! (Skkrrrrr!) |
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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones |
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I'm a pimp though, no limp though |
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Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos |
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Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt |
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Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt |
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That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves |
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I ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curb |
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Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! |
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Damnnnnnnnn!!! |
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Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr |
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Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt |
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French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth |
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Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse |
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Yeah, uh, put in work |
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Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp |
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So much work he'll smoke up the Earth |
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Polo Ground, A$AP World |
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[Verse 2: French Montana] |
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(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye, that's Montana |
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Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it |
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Put him in the dirt, put him in it first |
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I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it |
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Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it |
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When they mask up, comin' for your ice |
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When they bare-faced, they comin for your life |
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Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak |
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I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep |
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Illuminati? I'm from the streets |
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Never sold my body, we takin' bodies |
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[Hook] |
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Put in work, put in work |
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Put in work, put 'em in the dirt |
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[Verse 3: Trinidad James] |
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Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand |
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They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang |
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They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang |
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I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya |
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I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother |
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I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner |
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You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem |
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I fuck with Asian niggas And I fuck with Migos |
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I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole |
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I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but |
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That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal |
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I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money |
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No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing |
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[Hook] |
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But work (Put it in work) |
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Work (Put it in work) |
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Work (Put it in work) |
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[Verse 4: Schoolboy Q] |
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Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk! |
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A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street |
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No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week |
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Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36 |
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Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight |
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O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate |
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My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape |
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Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick |
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Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip |
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Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk |
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All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth |
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Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church |
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Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt" |
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Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk |
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Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs |
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Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse |
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Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse |
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[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky] |
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A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide |
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Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine |
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Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die |
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Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs |
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You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets |
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The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots |
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My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant |
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Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average |
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See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's |
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You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks |
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Loaded Lux, put in work |
