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a$ap ferg - plain jane (juicy j remix)* lyrics

[chorus: asap ferg]
ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
check in with me and do your job
ferg is the name, ben baller did the chain
tourneau for the watch, presi plain jane

[verse 1: asap ferg]
yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
hermès link could feed a village in liberia
tmz taking pictures, causin’ mad hysteria
momma see me on bet and started tearin’ up
i’ma start k!llin’ n-ggas, how you get that trife?
i attended harlem picnics where you risked your life
uncle used to skim work, sellin’ nicks at night
i was only 8 years old, watching nick at nite
uncle psycho was in that bathroom buggin’!
knife to his guts, hope daddy don’t cut him
suicidal thoughts brought to me with no advisory
he was pitchin’ dummy, sellin’ fiends mad ivory
grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
she was poppin’ pills like rappers in society
i f-ck yo b-tch for the irony
i’ll send meechy at yo ho if yo b-tch keep eyein’ me

[chorus: asap ferg]
ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
check in with me and do your job
ferg is the name, ben baller did the chain
tourneau for the watch, presi plain jane
ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
check in with me and do your job
ferg is the name, ben baller did the chain
tourneau for the watch, presi plain jane

[post-chorus: asap ferg]
suck a n-gga d-ck or somethin’
suck a n-gga d-ck or somethin’
suck a n-gga d-ck or somethin’
suck a n-gga d-ck or somethin’

[verse 2: juicy j]
okay, ride with the gang, we ridin’ with them thangs (n-gga)
put a n-gga thoughts outside of his brain (woo)
got a bomb on the gas (gas), garrison lane
for these kinda bags, you gon’ need a crane (let’s go)
i remember coming up from memphis in the trenches
north side, hoppin’ fences to riding benz’
either, you get a death wish or a sentence
sell dope, or you gang bang, or you pimpin’
raw cone, full of ambulance, that’s that og
i’ve been getting down like a pimpin’ since ‘03
she let me beat it up
i left it drippin’, that’s a slow leak
twohoundred fifthy thou, i ain’t trippin’ now
that’s a slow week

[verse 3: asap ferg]
i’ma explain why you probably never seen me
i’m in a sunken place, no instagram, i’m watchin’ tv
i think i trade my breakfast, lunch and dinner for some kitty
please believe me, i see riri, i’ma eat it like panini
i go dumb up in the broad, hit the walls like graffiti
indian burns all up on a n-gga wee-wee
i think i need a foursome, bella, kendall, gigi
it’d be easy if reneezy hook it all up on the leezy
i go crazy in my yeezy, kirk kneezy on the beat
i told ’em now we finna glow up in the street
rappers talk subliminal but they don’t talk to me
put ’em in a jersey sh0r- like pauly d

[post-chorus: asap ferg]
suck a n-gga d-ck or somethin’
suck a n-gga d-ck or somethin’
suck a n-gga d-ck or somethin’
suck a n-gga d-ck or somethin’

- aap ferg lyrics

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