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aap ferg - fergivicious lyrics

[intro]
yeah, a lot of you people look at me like
“who the f-ck this n-gg- 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 b-tches man, i’m fergielicious
riding with a bunch of little trap villains
turn it up, leave yo -ss on the ceiling
f-ck your opinion n-gg-, i be killing
hippy white b-tch on the penicilling
getting all the bad b-tches i be feeling
think a n-gg- trapping? yeah, i’m drug dealing
hit her with the crack pipe get her lifted
take a little sip-sip of my drip-drip
f-ck a litle trill b-tch ’til my d-ck limp
i love the way you lick-lick on my d-ck tip
riding in the bentley, you in a civic
f-ck your main broad ’til she on my friend’s d-ck
4-5-6, yeah, my n-gg-s tripping
shout out to the max and my n-gg-s cripping
a$ap q, yeah, my n-gg- cripping
marty with the mac, yeah, he blood dripping
5 point star for a thug n-gg-
’bout 2 keys for the [?]
white gold teeth cause a n-gg- don’t sleep
nightmares of bein broke cause i’m seein no cheese
b-tch coming at me cause i’m dropping [?]
she can get up on a n-gg- 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 godd-mn father again
why he couldn’t see a n-gg- in medusa lens
why he couldn’t see a n-gg- cop his first benz
why he couldn’t see a n-gg- pop his first band
only b-tches 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 n-gg-, that’s life
but them n-gg-s did it up in they past lives
moét with crystal n-gg-, that’s right
bet them n-gg-s dressed up in them white suits
rhythm and the blues in a white coup
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 g-ngb-nging, 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 f-cking chin is
are you popeye? eat your f-cking spinach
bunch of young trap lords and we down for sinning
a$ap soul, that’s my f-cking n-gg-
young tarzan, that’s my little n-gg-
crawling in them b-tches like a caterpillar
the b-tch can’t be all in my hilfiger
flacko join in, he a trill n-gg-
twelv’ the good goon be that real n-gg-
nasty baby want to kill a n-gg-
all us together the illest n-gg-s

[hook]

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