MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
a$ap ferg - ja rule
Flyer than a motherfuckin' propeller
Pretty bad bitch that's so yellow
Finna fuck a clip out for fellas
Get it cracking on a bitch a like old leather
Toupee'd on a bitch like an old fella
Souffle on a bitch cause my dough better
Used to go to mickie d's with no cheddar
Now my show for a good fucking [?]
Now let's go to sue's rendezvous
Most of your crew be strange dudes
Two bitches like deja vu
Blowing that skunk like pepé le pew
Make it hot in here like nelly
Make her side burn like ashanti's 'do
Murdering ink like I'm irv gotti
Fuck around and sing like I'm ja rule
Sing like I'm ja rule
Fuck around and sing like I'm ja rule
(Where would I be without my baby)
It's the player you heard of
The young and assertive
I came from the dirt up, and did the unheard of
Hoes say I'm the man, mhm I concur it
I'm young and perverted
If I don't get the pussy or the payment, what the fuck is the purpose?
Don't call on my phone, unless you're the fam or my girl
I'm a just say it's no service, stay connected as cursive
I bet if you put my name on it that I make it bigger
She saying she wanna take a picture
I let her take a picture
But don't send it to me 'less it's fuckin naked pictures
Feel me, I'm into safe sex-y
Latex-y, rubber stretch-y
Good weed, no stress-y
You can get your broke bestie
Show your chesties
Tell your boyfriend to stay off my testies, lil bitch
What he tryin' to say?
Make that 9 shake
Pump up the crime rate
Pump up the value
Make that bitch vibrate
Pump up the alcohol on the hydrate, she thirsty
And that's a damn shame
Red bone, white money, blue dream that's my campaign
I order hors d'oeuvres, roll up more herb
I hit it, I bust, and throw it to ferg, for sure
Fuck around and sing like I'm ja rule
Fuck around and sing like I'm ja rule bitch
Aha, sean don, asap mob nigga
Baby, what would I do without my baby?
What would I be without my baby?
What would I be without my baby?
a$ap ferg - work
[A$AP Ferg]
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Stand Up!
Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'! (Skkrr!)
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves
I ain't lyin', lay 'em on the curb
Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg!
Damnn!
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr (UHUU!)
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work
Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World
[French Montana]
(Haan!) That ain't Kanye, that's Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, comin' for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
[Hook]
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
[Trinidad James]
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I fuck with Asian niggas And I fuck with Migos
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing
[Hook]
But work (Put it in work)
Work (Put it in work)
Work (Put it in work)
[Schoolboy Q]
Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk!
A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church
Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt"
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
[A$AP Rocky]
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average
See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks
Loaded Lux, put in work
a$ap ferg - 402
[Intro]
Damn who knocking on the fucking door like that?
Shit. I think that's our little friend
Hold on man, let me get that. Damn
Took for ever, step on in, let me holla, yeah
Put your coat right there
Little mama say what's up to my baby
get acquainted. Here's your new best friend
Damn, lay down right there
Chocolate and caramel, best of both worlds
She got nice lips. She got a body on her right there
My children, baby, touch me right there
Right there? You like that?
Oh shit. Now mama, let's see what mama taste like
Tell me what she taste like. Damn
[Verse 1]
Sipping on that Henny got me going crazy with two ladies
Looking so good, don't you want to be my baby
You lay it down, don't play around, don't make a sound
Let me see that ass bounce, yeah
And I want you to kiss her
and I want you to kiss her back
Ooh, girl just move girl
and I want you to move it just like that
Damn baby, you can move it so good
I like the way you talk, I like the way you move
I like the way you scream
I like the way you do what yo do
The way you talk to me, the way you talk
The way you talk to me, the way you talk
[Outro]
Hello
Bitch, where you at?
Minding my mothafuckin' business
Where your broke ass at?
Fuck does it sound like you crying?
Is that bitch nigga 'bout it?
Bitch, you better not be with that nigga Ferg
Shut the fuck up! Nigga, stop crying like a little bitch!
Come to the streets, nigga
Fuck outta here, that's why you fucking crying like a lit
I'm fucking you bitch, nigga
Please, don't leave me
I fucking your bitch nigga, yeah
Please, don't leave me, please, I need you
I'm fucking you bitch. And she with my bitch
I'm fucking both of them bitches
Hello? Hello?
? Fuck you, bitch!
a$ap ferg - chinatown
Yeah, Asap
Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all
To the nigga wearin' suede in the rain
Pretty bitch in the Benz give me brain
Lick lick with the sick gold fangs
She lick that dick till the tip color change
Kill a filth one clip in his brain
Let it drip like my dick on a dame
Feel the pain three bullets in the range
Never single? in a grave
Wanna mingle no words to exchange
Money make her cum so it's Benjamin Frank
Lenses, Medusa to shades
Versace, my suit tailor made
Your hottie in the coupe gettin' laid
And you're probably in the club gettin' played
No bitches, you gets no play
And my bitch K. O. your bitch O. K
Ridin' in the streets and we so live
Ridin' in the streets and we so live
Ridin' in the streets and we so live
Gettin' loud, gettin' live
Uh, ridin' in the streets and we so live
I be ridin' in the streets, we'll be so vile
I be ridin' in the streets speaking so loud
Young Trap Lord, dime of the purp
Ride or die boy, nigga get murk
Pull a nine boy, he'll sleep in the dirt
Makin' the hoes sleep in the earth
She feel on my clothes, lifting her skirt
Say she love coke, sniffin' the work
Semi-auto Tec, guns gon' flirt
Bang, bang, let a one squirt
Givenchy my body, Ksubi my colleagues
Versace, my eyelids, Yves Saint-Laurent me
Twelvyy in huaraches, and Margiela on Rocky
Yohji Yamamoto for Ty Nast and Ty Beats
Fuck bitches that's on me, wack bitches move kindly
Last niggas of a dying breed, yeah me, myself, and Irene
Nigga hear them sirens when that four-fif' and that nine squeeze
China bitch sip sake, while I chop that ass with that Tommy
Ridin' in the streets, uh
So I'm ridin' in the streets
On the block, them killas ridin' with the heat
My niggas ride for the streets
And I'll be ridin' with my team, yeah
Always drivin' prosper A. S. A. P
Know it's me, F. E. R. G
T. A., bitch
a$ap ferg - cocaine castle
[Hook]
Everybody going to this cocaine castle
You'll probably see your reverend at this cocaine castle
Pimps and prostitutes at this cocaine castle
Doctors in their suits at this cocaine castle
Babies in they pampers at this cocaine castle
Crying with they grandma at this cocaine castle
Momma doing drugs at this cocaine castle
Tryna get some buzz at this cocaine castle
[Verse 1]
Another day in the crack house
where demons be talking to fiends
Couple hits and a blackout
needles be stuck all in their veins
Sing a song that be stuck all in your brain
That shit so potent, it have you doing devilish things
Take a walk through the dark side
where a nigga don't see no light
One hit is all I need, that nigga gon' take your life
What about your wife? What about your kids?
What about your crib? What about your moms?
What about her tears?
What about that shit? What about your uncle?
He died last year
From the same thing
you kissed that glass to hide your fears
Bring nothing to your life, you die, you die
Basing your life upon the hope
that you gon' get the same high
[Hook]
Everybody going to this cocaine castle
You'll probably see your reverend at this cocaine castle
Pimps and prostitutes at this cocaine castle
Doctors in their suits at this cocaine castle
Babies in they pampers at this cocaine castle
Crying with they grandma at this cocaine castle
Momma doing drugs at this cocaine castle
Tryna get some buzz at this cocaine castle
[Interlude]
I remember when I was lit the fuck up
I just... I just remember that day
[Verse 2]
Tripping off this weed got a nigga slow motion
Chills all over my body like some cold lotion
Tryna wrestle demons like I'm fucking Hulk Hogan
Looking for the cure but I'm seeing no potion
Tryna sleep it off but it only gets worse
Seems like my whole life fucking been cursed
Devil tryna get me in this fucking paradise
Fucking all these bitches raw just to roll the dice
a$ap ferg - didn t wanna do that
[Verse 1]
They told me West got robbed (Damn)
Where the fuck them niggas be at
They took the chain up off his neck
I heard the mac started running laps
Oh, what the fuck are they goin' to do that
My nigga got stuffed he didn't want to view that
I heard they had guns I didn't want to use that
I ain't want to see Tom in the fucking boo cap
What about Lil Mitt were the fuck he was at
That nigga too little, they ain't want to do that
But he got more heart then most of them cats
If he had that thing, that thing go blat
Lil young trap lord with a little backpack
Feel at his pulse with a bunch of big gats
They ain't want to do that
[Interlude]
[Bridge]
Semi or the tech
Guns go flirt
And another one squirt
[Verse 2]
Revenge is on my mind
And now they got my brother
Thinking about picking up my nine
And making them fuckers lick the blood up
No need for wasting time
Them niggas gon' get it one way or another
You want to live the street life
Go ahead go ahead
[Verse 3]
Yo wicked blown living that street life
You can't live long living this street life
Got to watch your moms in this street life
They'll come to your home in that street life
4 flip from the chrome in that street life
Your chromosomes all on that street life
Some body gon' die
Body on ice
Right
a$ap ferg - doe-active
They mad, they mad
They mad, why they mad?
They mad, and they mad
They mad, they mad
They mad, they mad
They mad, and they mad
You mad, you and you mad
I'm ballin', ballin', I'm shot callin'
Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin'
You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin'
And I'm straight shittin' on you cause it's lyrical on it
Got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
Then I looked at your mama like damn your sons a disgrace
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I'm tryna clean my house, I walkie talkie my maid
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
This shit make no sense, I got taste
Girls come to my house to have an orgy parade
I just hit 'em like this and leave 'em horny for days
My daddy said I'm a prince, now I'm a king
He sacrificed and went to Heaven, now I'm livin' his dream
You gotta walk like this, you gotta talk like that
I talked this shit into existence, now my stacks on racks
I got stacks on stacks, stacks on racks
Racks on top of stacks and stacks on top of them racks
Move like that on them cats, you move like that and get smacked
I wipe a hundred on my momma, I'm using that like Proac'
I got a hundred dollar bill to get the bump off your face
I got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face
I got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face
Got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face
Use these hundred dollar bills to get these bumps off your face
Now use these hundred dollar bills
To get these bumps off your face
I got a hundred dollar bill to get these bumps off your face
Got a hundred dollar, got damn
Now I'm lookin' through the window and the sky's so blue
Lookin' through the window and my grass' so green
Lookin' through my window, hold on I know you
Hollup, is that Adam Levine?
Adam Levine, I got a hundred (x4)
I'm ballin', ballin', I'm shot callin'
Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin'
You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin'
And I'm straight shittin' on you cause it's lyrical on it
Got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
a$ap ferg - dope walk
Nigga fuck the trap lord I'm the dope lord
Do the dope walk, do the dope walk
Nigga fuck the trap lord I'm the dope lord
Now I'm on my gangsta lean like a dope fiend
My walk meaner than cara delevingne's
Check out my walk because it is so amazing
Nothing like bobby shmurda's but I congratulate him
More like a gangsta lean let's get this picture painted
Drop it low then pick it up before you hit the pavement
I was confined to crime since I was about 5 years old
Now nigga make up your mind you gonna rap or sell dope
I was followed like crazy this rapper life a pillow
But don't sleep on this nigga because I'm hard as brillo
Nigga I ain't no game, I never played nintendo
Through puberty I was popping pussy and popping pimples
Popping cuties with heavy booties and pretty dimples
C'mon do the dope dance, man it's pretty simple
(Now do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
A-do the dope-de-dope dope walk) x2
I almost fell I gotta pick it up
I almost fell I gotta pick it up
Got a story to tell, let me let you know what's up
I got a story to tell let me let you know what's up
I was out of the city playing basketball
But it was different from playing basketball at the park
Cause at the park the dominicans had the packs of rock
That would make the fiends lean but they never fall
All that standing on the block just like a pokemon (pika)
Dope dealers sitting like I gotta catch em' all
Uh gotta catch em' all like the theme song
I ain't morgan freeman, I don't wanna lean on
I'm a dope dealer, I'm a dope walk, now the sky
Turn to blue gotta get this dope off
They like menace to society with o-dog
Now the fiends leaning like he bout to touch his toe dog, look y'all
I'm the dope lord and y'all my fiends, y'all wanted this all your life
I've been coming up with hits like constantly, niggas know my shit's so tight
And all of y'all rappers got nothing on me, this shit I ain't even write
And all of y'all bitches they on my d, cause they wanna hit this pipe
1, 2, 3 Go
A-do the dope walk, I just don't walk x5
a$ap ferg - dump dump
[Verse 1]
Her hands all on my fade, bitch pop that ass in the coup
That bitch got Lisa Leslie money
she balling, Sheryl Swoops
She keep rubbing her nose
I can tell she wanna snoop
That coke make my dick numb
she put it all in her glutes
Feel like Bishop from Juice, gun all in my boot
Sayonara feeling sauna
when I blast that ass with that Uz', ooh
Blast that ass with that Uz', better hope to God it ain't you
Trap Lord with about ten jeeps, no telling what I might do
I fucked your bitch, nigga and she about to fuck my crew
She just finished with Twelvyy and now she off to Lou
Pussy-ass nigga wearing all black, claim they off to shoot
I pray to God he ain't lying, my gorillas live in the zoo
I got killers with the deuce-deuce
them Tan Boys my niggas
They gon' ride with me too, bust they nines with me too
That's my bilingual crew, who do sign language true
Bandannas in they pockets, how the fuck we gon' lose?
[Hook]
I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch
I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch
She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick
She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick
Ride around town with about 100 niggas
When you see me come around
don't try to run up on a nigga
Four pound lay 'em down
now you six feet under, nigga
If you feel some type of way
let me see you dump nigga
[Verse 2]
Ride around my city, feeling like P. Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie
Spilling on, my teeth hurt but these grills worth a milli
I was in the club, I seen the whole thing
I was right next to Meek Milly
Shout outs my nigga Chrissy
don't bug over these bitches
I ain't fucking 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 fine as fuck
so I ain't loving these bitches
I just be fucking these bitches
ain't no love for these bitches
Diamond Dollas, that Fergenstein
I DDP on these niggas
Feel the heat when it bigger
bullet creeped to his window
Nigga I'm going double wood
fuck around and catch a splinter
Nine milli, my nigga, get hung, high ceiling, my nigga
All the macks in they Maybachs, no 550, my nigga
They saying Ferg went from
"Kissin' Pink" to a Young 50, my nigga
I'm in court for your bitch ass
that's real shitty, my nigga
[Hook]
I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch
I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch
She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick
She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick
Ride around town with about 100 niggas
When you see me come around
don't try to run up on a nigga
Four pound lay 'em down
now you six feet under, nigga
If you feel some type of way
let me see you dump nigga
a$ap ferg - fergivicious
[Intro]
Yeah, a lot of you people look at me like
"Who the fuck this nigga think he is? "
Lord Ferg the Second, the Fergenstein
All the trap lordians stand up, yeah
[Verse 1]
Hi! I'm Fergivicious
To a bunch of bitches man, I'm Fergielicious
Riding with a bunch of little trap villains
Turn it up, leave yo ass on the ceiling
Fuck your opinion nigga, I be killing
Hippy white bitch on the penicilling
Getting all the bad bitches I be feeling
Think a nigga trapping? Yeah, I'm drug dealing
Hit her with the crack pipe get her lifted
Take a little sip-sip of my drip-drip
Fuck a litle trill bitch 'til my dick limp
I love the way you lick-lick on my dick tip
Riding in the Bentley, you in a Civic
Fuck your main broad 'til she on my friend's dick
4-5-6, yeah, my niggas tripping
Shout out to the max and my niggas cripping
A$AP Q, yeah, my nigga cripping
Marty Baller macking, yeah, he Blood dripping
5 point star for a thug nigga
'bout 2 keys for the snow sniffing
White gold teeth cause a nigga don't sleep
Nightmares of being broke cause I'm seeing no cheese
Bitch coming at me cause I'm dropping no fees
She can get up on a nigga for about a couple G's
[Hook]
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
[Verse 2]
Hey, Joyde! Hi, twin!
Thinking 'bout my goddamn father again
Why he couldn't see a nigga in Medusa lens
Why he couldn't see a nigga cop his first benz
Why he couldn't see a nigga pop his first band
Only bitches love me tryna get up in my pants
Riding in a limo with a bunch of fake friends
Who be only around me cause I make ends
I feel the pain for my bro cause his dad died
My daddy gone too my nigga, that's life
But them niggas did it up in they past lives
Moét with Crystal nigga, that's right
Bet them niggas dressed up in them white suits
Rhythm and the blues in a white coupe
Spit it through a cloud with a nice boo
Daddy, Anna-Nicole probably like you
Ahh, I'm so vicious
Riding in a coup with a bunch of killas
Are you gangbanging, man? I couldn't see it
Like twisting up your fingers in a pair of mittens
Put 'em in the water with a bunch of fishes
Watch a frog leap were his fucking chin is
Are you popeye? Eat your fucking spinach
Bunch of young Trap Lords and we down for sinning
A$AP Soul, that's my fucking nigga
Young Tarzan, that's my little nigga
Crawling in them bitches like a caterpillar
The bitch can't be all in my Hilfiger
Flacko Jodye, he a trill nigga
Twelv' the good goon be that real nigga
Nasty Baby want to kill a nigga
All us together the illest niggas
[Hook]
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
a$ap ferg - fergsomnia
This one here
This is for harlem
2014 Was easy
We going back 2015 hard on you niggas
Suckas
I can't stop, I'm ambitious
Fucking hunnids of bitches
Put a meal on my plate
Hunnid mill on my dishes
They screaming fergsomnia
Fergsomnia, fergsomnia, fergsomnia
I won't stop till I die
I got a natural high
And I won't stop till I die
Cause I got a natural high
Now I won't stop till I die
Because I got a natural high
And I won't stop till I die
Because I got natural high
A got a stack to the sky
Next to the heavens
I see my daddy say hi
He rolling dice with a reverend
He conversate with jimi hendrix
He said you used to be hot
He snuck a blunt through the pearly gates
Nigga look at his eyes
I used to hang with them drug dealers
You see his new ride?
I used to bang with them thug niggas
Salute to the sky
They screaming fergsomnia
Fergsomnia, fergsomnia, I can't sleep (yeah)
Come eat with a trill nigga
My boxers tommy hilfiger
You figure that you that nigga
But nigga, you ain't that nigga
My niggas come in with triggas
Bigger than two roman pillars
And your peel on your nigga
Give you the piece like j dilla
Getting cake like matilda
Put you in graves like the thriller
My team will give you the chillers
Tooth fairy, don't touch my pillow
Cause I got fergsomnia
Fergsomnia, fergsomnia, I can't sleep
Now they be asking me "twista how come your style be so vicious? "
The og in the building but still our flow so ambitious
With the pro pimpin' from off the block
It don't matter if you spit it from off of the top
I be coming with some shit by busting the glock
And I only fuck a bitch if I'm off of ciroc
Everything I know I am, I know you ain't
I be doing all the shit you probably can't
Spend another green, hunnid dollar bills
And the blue is how they keeping them up in the bank
Tell em in my own words I'm the-a
Superb and I be-a
Lettin' her slide me-a
Fergsomnia
We could bet a hunnid, can you match it?
Take you by the bitch and wait, call it maddening
Now have a look in this and why ya finna tap it
Come into me room, what ya bout trap it
[?] Cemetary
Get up with them niggas like I got a military
Kicking it with bitches like I'm adam vinatieri
Any opposition to rhyme, I kill and bury
And you know I'm making drop-top figures
Everyone with the block hot niggas
And the cuz, and the a$ap ferg
They be calling me chop chop twista
I'm just a lyrical vampire
Who be hunting paper seven days of the week
And you know that I'mma never be back
Into end up be calling me dracula because a nigga don't sleep
Wooh!
a$ap ferg - grandma
All I ever wanted was a minute with my grandma
I would tell her how I made it, listen to me grandma
Security wasn't workin', he failin' his job
He look at God
And I got a call from Universal like "hey this Ferg? "
But Rocky told me if them labels call just curve
I'm sittin' here like "damn Rocky you got nerves"
He got us this far so I'ma trust his word
Then [?] call me "what's up homie?
Got a deal for you like 2 mili"
When Rocky asked get money
Too much money, this half only
Two mil, two mil, I don't know
Grandma I ain't lie
Then Geno called like (?)
Got a deal for us like 3 mili at Polo Grounds
That label do A$Ap Worldwide, this shit unreal
Now we signed signed it
Grandma, now we signed it
Wish you was here to smell this air
And I could touch your pretty hair
We could talk for two more years
Push you around in your wheel chair
Momma say hi
"Hey mother, dear"
Your birthday on Christmas
And we shed a tear like every year
Celebratin' your happy years
Hopin' that your spirit clear
When (?) feel it
you can touch my nose and brush your clothes
Light flickerin' from the chandelier
You see she blew that candle near
What you don't know you shall feel
But I know my grandma, I ain't scared
Grandma
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma
Talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma ain't gotta go through pain no more
Arthritis and pain and sores
Bleedin' red, they paint your gauze
Many nights you pray to God
Lord help me, I can no more
I can't endure this pain no more
What about my husband? He want more
Can't stand up cook, can't stand at all
Times I heard 'em down that hall
"I heard you down that hall"
It was times I heard 'em down that hall
"I heard you down that hall"
Don't be slick you fucked that neighbor
Tell me lies, you tell me fables
"You really think I'm stupid? "
(?) I hate you
Take advantage, I'm disabled
What about time I fixed your table
All of them times filled your naval
Coulda had a guy that fixed that cable
But I know you and I love you
Yeah I love you, you spoiled motherfucker
Fuck them other bitches sucker
Let them other bitches love ya, bitch
I'm good and my kid love me
The only reason why I still really wanna breathe
Even though you love me unconditionally
And I understand the circumstance when it come to me
(I'm sick)
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
All I ever wanted was you here with me
through all this shit
Through this life that I live, through this life
that God gave me
All I ever wanted was you here with me through
all this shit
Through this life that I live through this life
that God gave me
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma
Talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
a$ap ferg - hood pope
[Hook]
Let me sing my song, if you feeling shit, mothafucka sing along
It's 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, G's hang low, red rubies and the gold
And we sick, cause we hurting
Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them
Them murked off an excursion
All cause a nigga be lurking
Big money shit we earning
A bunch of hooligans need churching
I'm the Hood Pope, these my children
And I'll be their Donny 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 witness my purpose
But stop fucking these Persians
Popping these bottles and popping these models
Please tell me where is the Sherman
And I'm smoking my weed, 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
[Hook]
Let me sing my song, if you feeling shit, mothafucka sing along
It's 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, G's hang low, red rubies and the gold
[Bridge]
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 don't wake him so he smiles
But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again
[Hook]
Let me sing my song, if you feeling shit, mothafucka sing along
It's 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, G's hang low, red rubies and the gold
a$ap ferg - hood tales
Let's get it right
New niggas is coming up to eat all the food
Gangsta grillz
Man they hungry
It's an appetite for destruction
I went to harlem where them things pop
At the block parties niggas had to run
And they caught the motherfuckers on the same block
[?] At the war with the gun
Damnit if I coulda hit I would hit it with the ton
Clit-a-dick, little-dick, feeling shit hot in ya lungs
Turn you bitch niggas to a couple nuns (lay' em down)
[?] In the store sell the whole things
So you hope you not one of them
Then I run-around-a corner got the ogs
Tell em we got jumped by a couple little punks
I swear to God them niggas softer than a brady bunch
They gone get a man, this shit make em gone for a couple months
Turn around the corner see a crowd looking stunned
[?] On the floor shaking not saying nothing
This just where we from
We all dyin' some day
[?] Having fun, probably dyin' by the gun
This just where we from
We prayin' every sunday
When the killas gonna come
She about to lose her son, son
[?] Spanish nigga
a$ap ferg - how to rob the mob
Feel like fifty after them bullets had a party
All I want is revenge, these rappers getting hommied
We could get it shaking like muhammed ali
Might take a shot at myself like pac in the lobby
But I will never shoot myself, no cheddar bobby
But I'm getting cheddar 'cause my flow crack like bobby
Not from miami, but I roll with a shower posse
Teena and kalani who's pussy you'll get dasani
Two credit cards scheming bitches from brooklyn, kinda grimey
Their pussy'll get wet if you're even talking about money
Flatbush finest, your royal highness
We supposed to be scheming, but them bitches stay the highest
Bitch, why don't you pay attention to the plan?
First you can get nast ugly ass then go after yams
And addy think he a gun boy so I'm gon' watch his hand
And dominic lord was his best friend so I'm gon' watch his man
He got kicked out of a$ap early on 'cause he was schemin'
Telling record exec's he started this, you wouldn't believe it
I stay on top of my game, my foot stay in the pivot
And bron bron still a don you other niggas was cheatin'
Bumping y'all gum, you little niggas is teethin'
Spit miami heat and you little niggas is steamin'
Tell rocky that I'm cocky, I'm going off for no reason
Twelveyy going off for no reason
Y'all might hate me, I'm going out with no treason
No, I don't smoke, don't hand me no trees then
Don't care about molly, don't give a fuck about leanin'
Just wanna throw bullets, I'm feeling like willy beamen
Ferg, ferg, ferg, ferg (chant)
Ay listen, I do this shit for a living, you know what I'm saying?
I went to art school and shit
Grew up in the hood, the gutter, you know what I'm saying?
My pops was that nigga
I'll write for anybody
I'll write for a girl, the niggas, whatever, I don't care
I do this
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