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a$ap mob - bangin' on waxx lyrics

[sample]
she love me, i’m a thug

[intro]
yeah, it’s that mothaf-ckin’ ferg
sipping that persian wine
egyptian god, dark caesar line
talk to me nice or don’t talk to me at all, big money sh-t

[refrain]
all of these b-tches is on me
all of my b-tches is rocking devoni

[interlude]
talk to me nice or don’t talk to me at all

[verse 1]
this that f-cking n-gga, fergen-stein
and i’m finna shine, cause a n-gga on his grind
sipping that lean and i’m finna lose my f-cking mind
kissing codeine and i f-cking commit crime, see ya hear me?
n-ggas know with me! bobby, whitney, spit that crack
got that mac, in the back of the acura black
as matter of fact, get them facts, right
coming through with the f-cking gun or the knife
do you want your wife, do you want your life, tell me n-gga
and i got that heater, you know that tommy hilfiger

[interlude: ty beats]
ty beats the god, a$ap ferg the god, we a$ap
talk to me nice or don’t talk to me at all, big money

[bridge]
herringbone on my neck, bulletproof my vest
shorty get in my lex, she about to give me s-x
cause of my rolex, giving me dope neck
back to the studio, now she f-cking the whole clique

[interlude: nast]
nasty baby, n-gga crack in the sock, 90’s n-gga, uh

[verse 2: nast]
what a mothaf-ckin’ day
nasty back and i’m strapped with that mothaf-ckin’ ak
got this crack up in my, sock
and these coppers on my d-ck, they tryna catch me on the f-cking block
rat-tat-tat when i squirt
i don’t give a d-mn about your life so i’mma lay you in this f-cking dirt
now get in my he-rs-, should have got him a purse, n-ggas is p-ssy
i said it don’t push me, i’m all on my grind and they can’t overlook me
i style in my stussy, hoes wanna do he
like him in a ksubi, come get at this coochie, i’m smelling like “ooo wee”
rubbing your booty while i’m smoking a loosie in my jacuzzi
i told that b-tch, if you feel it, might be woozie, come and see me
i can hit it in a, in a movie, then i’m leaving
out to my city, where i be breezing, i come through sneezing
up on that track just how i do it, i’m speaking the fluent
you talking that sh-t, i’m one of the new kids, just spitting up fluid, b-tch

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