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a$ap ferg - this side lyrics

[chorus: a$ap ferg]
on this side kids do drugs
on this side kids gang bang
on this side better know your codes
on this side damu hang
on this side, we talk slang
on this side we the hat gang
in the bronx, that’s the mac game
that’s what happened when og mack came home
on this side kids do drugs
on this side kids gang bang
on this side better know your codes
on this side damu hang
on this side, we talk slang
on this side we the hat gang
in the bronx, that’s the mac game
that’s what happened when og mack came home

[verse 1: a$ap ferg]
the first time i smoked weed, it was with bl–dy rose
skinny black motherf-cker cornrows to the back
had a knack to say brrrrrat
had three cigarette burns in his arm, he wore a gat in his clothes
he said, “i’mma be blood ’til the day i die fergie when you coming home”
his little brother donny was my best friend and he was a blood
and his daddy in the pen and he was too
and his mom ya ya even she was a blood
donny had a set called ln-dub they wore a burgundy flag to show their blood-ily love
for 31 seconds in an elevator baa like a hundred n-ggas
go n-gga rep your thug
they came back with stories like we just got a popping
still breathing hard cause that glock 9 was popping
they hear bodies dropping, the opposites dying
your son is gone and a few mommas crying
you know i ain’t lying, ferg satisfying
sh-t done got turnt up and bullets was flying
couple n-ggas got burnt up due to all this violence
all you hear is the sound of the doosh doosh but no sirens

[verse 2: yg]
pop pop blllllrat rat
tony mentioned he ain’t the only one to get you smacked
on this side n-ggas got fat gats
point them at the enemy and go bllllrat rat
n-gga n-gga i’m from bompton
if you grew up in the hood you got no option
if you ran into the hood then that’s your problem
hi mom i’m a blood now what you know ’bout it
on this side n-ggas getting dp’d
get your -ss whooped in front of all your hommies
this the type sh-t to have a motherf-cking b-tch -ss n-gga snitching on his homies
so i’m bicken back being bool (i’m bicken back being bool)
i’m bicken back being bool (i’m bicken back being bool)
red everything iphone cases to my shoes
know all of my bloods say soo-woo

[verse 3: a$ap ferg]
momma said darold don’t wear red it’s a bunch of black boys cutting boys ear to ear
i went to bl–dy rose room we f-cked the b-tches there
i was only fourteen years old in that p-ssy hair
it was drawings of bugs bunny on the wall
with yosemite sam his gun was tall
backwards clothes on like kriss kross
man this sh-t is looney toon who did this sh-t dawg
i was gang affiliated like shakur
rest in peace to who ain’t make it man, i’m p-ssed off
they live by it so they dying by the pistol
and they hate to see a n-gga pop crystal
sh-t dawg every time i think about that sh-t dawg
i pour another bottle, let the floor dissolve
then glug ’til a n-gga can’t see sh-t
this is for my thug n-ggas who i used to be with

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