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a$ap ferg - messy lyrics

f+ck her so hard that my chain broke
got her hair, grippin’ her ankle
f+ck that b+tch, you love that b+tch
i’m checking the magnum for the holes
want to record, but my camera died
k!lling that p+ssy, this homicide, in i go
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
hunnids on deck, hunnids on deck
threw it like it was a brick
b+tches is shaking that sh+t and i’m givin’ ’em half of my bag for the tip
drinking moet
all of these b+tches is wet
smartw+ter
drip, drip, drip (drip, drip, drip)
back then, i was feenin’
on lines for them sneakers travis scott left his cup
back then, i was leanin’
purple drink had me stuck
on thе way home, i was tweaking
i ain’t have to keep thе hammer tucked
they ain’t on sh+t, they vegan
eating on kale like you kenan, while all of ya b+tches is slippin’ on s+m+n
and my lil’ b+tch is a legend, she get money, shootin’
serena and venus timberlands up in l.a
you didn’t notice
meetings, me and jay+z drink ace like cobra
messy, messy, messy, messy
she messy, he messy, we messy, messy
you messy, messy, messy, messy
she messy, he messy, we messy, messy

up in her rib in the tessi
when i play with the cl+t, it get messy
she messy, messy, messy, messy
she messy, he messy, we messy, messy (yeah)

twenty+five, twenty+five, twenty+five, twenty+five (twenty+five, twenty+five, twenty+five, twenty+five)
twenty+five hours to australia
got a bad bitty, but won’t marry her
cop the new range, i’m really up
ain’t even out a hundred more bucks
these different lights on the back of the truck
you talk about me but you ++++ is f+cked
twenty+five, twenty+five, twenty+five, twenty+five (twenty+five, twenty+five, twenty+five, twenty+five)
my dna real when i p+ss in a cup
if she’s on the dot, then i’ll p+ss in her b+tt

i’m messy, messy, messy, messy
she messy, he messy, we messy, messy
you messy, messy, messy, messy
she messy, he messy, we messy, messy
kicking that sh+t like messi
got a big crib like messi
up in her rib in the tessi
when i play with the cl+t, it get messy
she messy, messy, messy, messy
she messy, he messy, we messy, messy
yeah man, who would’ve knew that, uh, this kid from harlem make it all the way here?
me and jay f+cking drinking ace like cobras and sh+t
i was waiting on sneaker lines, now i be getting them joints for free
now i just give ’em to my lil’ cousins and sh+t

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