a$ap ferg – dj self freestyle lyrics
[verse 1: a$ap ferg]
money, power, respect
talking out of your neck
did a deal with adidas, but all i want is the check
new level, the bezel i filled the front with baguettes
we don’t even go out, because all i want is the s-x
i’m telling the truth ain’t even spending the loot
still f-cking all these b-tches because they be calling me cute
ain’t even start tripping yet
dreams of f-cking an rnb b-tch, and i ain’t start picking yet
first ima go after madonna, cause i know she’ll like rihanna
then we can go to tijuana, puff marijuana
puff in the back of the cabana
or settle for a b-tch up in a honda
with a fat -ss , no cl-ss just good mouth
i’ll take her to my crib, i f-cked a b-tch in [??]
yeah!
ferg just walked in the party now
getting new bucks, got the diamonds and the cartiers now
yeah!
i pushed a rim and the rari now
all ya n-ggas salty like [??] now
all these n-ggas borrow style
got mag, and i got to go to maury’s now
[dj self]
a$ap ferg!
salute that boy when you see him!
harlem! you should be proud!
new york city!
[verse 2 : a$ap ferg]
i had to prematurely lose my yamboughini
that lean and ketamine took my man out his beanie
i wish we could of worked out, eat a better zucchini
and trade in that big bottle of henny for the fuji
i was aladdin, he was a genie
i love his momma, i be sadden when she see me
who would of knew that the party would end wrong
who would of knew fergie ferg would sing a sad song
who would of knew a$ap would come this far
who would of knew yams vision make us all stars
the fame and access will k!ll us all
you ever deal with a drug addict who was your boy?
who, when you talk to him, he kept nodding off
i swear he sound like he was dying every time he snore
i got to talk about it, i have to get it off
anybody with a problem with it, man you n-ggas soft
[dj self & a$ap ferg]
now check it out
you know what it is, a$ap ferg in the building!
new york stand up, harlem in the building
we on a new level
we on a new level!
you know what it is!
check it out
[verse 3: a$ap ferg]
i paid the cost to be the boss, now i’m calling the shots
i was working on my craft, you was scoring with thots
big tymers, i’m getting marty baller to pop
open up the floodgates, i’m taking all of my block
new regime , sh-ts insane, crystal caine
see love tight with the pistol game
talk sh-t out your mouth and lose your brain
and we don’t give a f-ck about that sh-t you claim
all this fake -ss going around, its getting so bad
about to start f-cking model b-tches with no -ss
shout outs to the girls who loved me before cash
f-ck the fake ones, that get them so mad
we them great ones i think you know that
k!lling ya rappers, better get them a toe tag
hip-hop savior, grills and a durag
i got missy on the album, ferg how you do that?
sold out the garden, ferg how you do that?
worked with madonna, ferg how you do that?
i been a problem, been that before rap
k!lling ya rappers, and i thought you knew that
i think i need my chain to swing more
ice in my t–th to bling more
bout to call will, f-ck you taking so long with my ring for
dj self i need my sh-t to play more
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