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• Artiste: ASAP Ferg
• Titre: Funkmaster Flex Freestyle Part 1
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[ASAP Rocky] I'm who these ladies love, who your main bitch lust for Mounts of dead presidents, and I ain't talking Rushmore Codeine and syrup got my safe like the drugstore Hating niggas, niggas hating, bitches hating -- fuck, boy She a gold-digger, but who am I to judge her? We above the law, who am I to cuff her? It's obvious she want me, mayne You could try to [fuck her] I be swimming in these women, I'm the scuba diver lover Known around the globe but Harlem's where I be at Same home as Cam'ron, and I ain't talking Diaz Flame spitter nigga, guaranteed to get a heat rash Ballin all seasons, subscribe for your league pass Rap Simon London, Louis Vuitton Don shits Christian Louboutain for guys with red bottoms Yves St. Laurent kicks, Christian Dior sponsors Thesis snapbacks like I'm straight outta compton Rick Owens, I own 'em Margiellas, I did 'em Y3's, we on it Alexander, we miss 'im I'm talking 'bout the king, yes, Alexander McQueen May he live, rest in peace, and we do it through our jeans [ASAP Nast] I'm trying to tell 'em I see my future as crystal-clear Shine like some crystal, yeah, so I keep pistols near Not far at all, one reach, that's all You sleep, sleep in the back of some old Ford pickup On the side of the road Cold, cold world, no J No way, Jose N.A. all day S.T., that's me Ask why, and you wonder why my flow go over guys Who want a horse and drive But you often find it's coffin time, no Pokemon Plate still stuffed to the top, but ain't no pork on mine It's quite often I could come up with Mighty Morphin rhymes Fool think he fucking with Nast, must have lost his mind Yeah, you lost your mind, the throne is mine I watch the throne Smoking reefer, slightly past my zone I'll soon be back at home I'm relaxing, homes I got the Mac tucked in my jack I might just act if you ain't acting right Fuck it, I keep the Magnum Bust it; niggas don't want it with my niggas, we steady coming Hundred deep, three hundred we coming like Spartan Fucker, just pardon my flow I come through your deli department or market Nah, check it out I'm swagging, my niggas with it too Your bitch with it, I probably just hit her then I'm through Through, I'm chilling, I'm chilling with the homies Rolling up a couple Swishers, couple bitches on me I be chilling, homie Get the picture? We all around the globe, check the flow on me [ASAP Ferg] (Yeah, Fergenstien you never heard of mine I'm sippin' Persian wine with your Persian Dime) Medusa faceded mogul Fergenstien too cool too Hoodlum in these Owen boots Ricky Owen but I ain't on you Fuck burnin, I thaw the booth Nigga I ain't lyin', I told the truth Lil' kids gone hold the duece Sip holy water, trynna seek the the truth Uh, that was just me startin' off... [ASAP Twelvy] Man I came to bring the pain Twelve be spittin' flames Live from the two twelve with my eight dollar gang AP, Audemar Running like a Viking back It's the grand with the flow, all the hoes be liking that Recite it back Run it back Play it over, play it over ASAP everything, my young niggas takin' over Pyrex, baking soda, loud and some roll up Cookin' up some shit Ty Nast screamin'... [ASAP Ferg] Donatella on speed dial Diamond teeth when these smile Triple tounge, Jeremy Scotts Margiellas on me, nigga no socks Dropped in a bitch, nigga no pop