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a$ap ferg - nv lyrics

[hook: a$ap ferg]
almost crashed the car mike
this the second time yo’ f-ckin’ -ss been swervin’ all night
you almost crashed the car mike
this the second time yo’ f-ckin’ -ss been swervin’ all night
you almost crashed the car mike
this the second time yo’ f-ckin’

[skit w/ hook]
yeah make this right fat boy
hit the f-ckin’ right n-gga, hurry up n-gga make this right
gangsta grillz you f-ckin’ b-st-rds

[verse 1: a$ap nast]
ayo, quit the speculation
my rhymes devastating, f-ck that sorry for the wait sh-t
i spit that funky f-ck yo mama all up in your face sh-t
this that pop a shot so it’s big so you’ll replay this
just peep don’t say sh-t
like on the real my .40 weighed in
loaded with sh-lls i pop a shot and leave you with a face lift
remove your body from the scene down to my mama’s bas-m-nt
the f-ck i’m wasted, a load of sins to send to satan
patiently waiting, upon my time to greatness
i know you hate this, cause i’m a winner one of greatness
i rep this a sh-t, that’s to death ain’t no replacement
f-ck you twelvyy, fergie, rocky, all you n-ggas ain’t sh-t

[hook]

[spoken w/ hook: a$ap ferg]
this n-gga is a jealous -ss b-tch
yo mike, this n-gga’s a b-tch
yo nast, my n-gga i love you and all but
you be trippin’ some times

[verse 2: a$ap ferg & (a$ap nast)]
wake up, hear the story
cause nast was starting to bore me
we had a couple of shortys, it was two with the orgy
(aaw here this n-gga go with his f-ckin’ story)
i was in russia, don’t you ignore me motherf-cker
we had some motherf-ckers, types of b-tch to f-ck your mother
and f-ck your brother
hol’ up, the little one
type to l1ck his booty til’ the doo doo come
(what type of sh-t this n-gga on)
she nasty, but i f-cked her anyway
if you like me in russia any day
i used a condom, it ain’t like a n-gga went renegade
and nast was cuffin’
he wanted to take the b-tch on a little date
and it comes to find out, his black -ss couldn’t even penetrate
(so what i caught the f-ckin’ head
i heard she had aids, so i’d be motherf-ckin’ dead)
you motherf-ckin’ devil, i’ma tell rocky
like “i’ma k!ll this n-gga, and don’t you try stop me”
hold on, you got a gun, you gon’ really try to pop me?
(i don’t give a f-ck if yo -ss kinda stocky
yeah i’m the cousin of rocky, i’m supposed to be first
now say your last words, rest in peace deeferg
and you’s a b-tch n-gga, you don’t put in no work
but n-gga i do, you get put in a he-rs-)
get that gun out of my face
(p-ssy motherf-cker yeah your -ss is the worst
and twelvyy he aiight, but his -ss gettin’ murked
i’ma k!ll all you a$ap’s in due time
so you can rot in h-ll with your mildew rhymes, motherf-cker)

[skit]
nast put the f-ckin’ down
put the f-ckin’ gun down my n-gga
watch out mike

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