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Kristi (feat. Denzel Curry, IDK & NickNack)
A$AP Ferg
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Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone Da-damn baby, I been smokin' Been chokin' and it's so potent baby, we high baby And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby? You a giant baby, you steppin' on these niggas' neck Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off baby And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby And choke them even harder, cause you's a dog You's a, you's a ****ing champ, these are puppies bab They can't, they can't **** with you baby, Lor Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right) Double G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a Maybach (smear) Testin' that p***y like Pap (smear) eatin' that p***y from the back (yeah Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it clap I'm 'bout to write Yammy a letter, tell 'em I'm doin' way better (right) "Plain Jane" the song of the year (yeah) I'm busy just chasin' the lettuce I'm a Calvin Klein model on billboards, I did a campaign with the fellas (right) Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright) Shoot videos in the PJs (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah) They sendin' me all these free clothes (right) momma just put it on eBay I run the shit like a relay, niggas gon' have to press repla Yammy say hi to my daddy for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ Goddamn, b*****s When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrell Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucc God, nigga I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, bab Cause you just all over the ****ing world with this shit, bab Niggas cannot touch yo Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget You don't wanna see a pretty scene get drastic ****ing with the Lords, no Frodo Baggin Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat nigg Even though my name is Denzel, no actin' Pap-pap, puttin' everything inside a casket Track that, everything is gonna be a classic Wrap that, put that ****er inside a prophylactic When I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double tappin' From a city built on coke and pistol-packin' See you flaggin' and they packin' what you lackin' Take you out and then they act like nothin' happen Amnesia got rid of the heater Back in the hood where they blowin' on reefer I follow the light while you follow the leader Now a nigga overseas where they checkin' my Visa, look Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got? Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp baby This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the **** Mother****er, you gotta step it up You need to get you a trap phone **** you need to get one of these ****ing Motorolas, baby Niggas can't even track us, baby Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even tyin' up the pumps, huh Imagine when I tie 'em up, yeah I shake 'em, they gon' need a crutch, yeah And I ain't talkin' groupie b*****s When I say they got their panties in a bunch I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't talkin' nada They ain't talkin' figures, gotta be six, seven or better Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up Tryna stay on pace? You gon' have to step up Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they make it get-up Pull up to the place, **** her when we met up Yeah, I'm gettin' buzz, but I never let up I ain't seen a doctor, but I got my check up Check up, check up, check up, check up I'm playin' chess, you stuck on checkers That's why your gang can never check us They take your chain, and now you neck-less Check up, check up, check up, check up I got a check on my watch (wait) I'm losin' track of time Cause I don't hear tick or no tock (yup)
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