Big Sean – Bezerk Lyrics

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[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Yeah, yeah (Hit-Boy)
Woah, yeah, yeah
Sean, what up nigga? (Sean, what up nigga?)
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah
Lil’ bitch

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Couple riders with them llamas if you pick a bone wit’ me
Put my bitch up on designer, got Balenci’ on her feet
My momma say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me
‘Cause I know I’m out here blessed, got so many reasons on me
Yeah niggas done tried and niggas done died, too many believers around me
Yeah I know my enemies meeting up, double-teaming on me
Now you know nobody tried that ever got pieces off me
Fucking these hoes ’til they be dying, don’t catch a seizure on me
See, Ferg used to move the product in the whole school (Yeah)
Thumbing through paper from last year but it’s not old news (Right)
My psycho bitch, she got me shopping up at Whole Foods
Fucking these cougars like a young nigga s’posed to
I got your bitch up on the mattress while I’m fly no T (Woo!)
I’m sick and tired of all the yapping, little nigga I’m your OG (Woo!)
My diamonds shining like the ball that drop on New Year’s Eve (Come on!)
And she countdown to the D, she be like “5-4-3”

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Now drop down, you a freak (Milly rock)
Bend it over, touch your feet (Yeah!)
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique)
Back that thing up on my nigga from the D (Oh, that’s me?)

[Verse 2: Big Sean & A$AP Ferg]
Okay, back out the hearse, they trapped out the church (Woo!)
Niggas say my name, okay they asked for the worst (Come on!)
Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse (Damn!)
Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk (That’s right!)
Kill ’em all one-by-one, “Final Destination”
Fuck that medication, I’m sipping cold flu Echinacea (Come on!)
You done fucked up, I stayed up, sleep deprivation (Woo!)
They on the search nigga (Uh!) Know your worth nigga (Yeah!)
Tell the DJ bring it back, reimburse niggas (Damn)
Alḥamdulillāh, my finance advisors been through hell
Oh well, pshh, we on fire (Woo, woo!)
Brung her back home more times than Maguire, higher (Grr)
Trap Lord packed out the risers
Big getting his bread, your pocket on carb diets
I just start up a riot at all the Hyatts
And make them hoes leave right before they cook the omelets (Woo, woo!)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean]
Drop down (Woah) You a freak (Woah)
Bend it over (Yeah) Touch your feet (Touch your feet)
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique)
Back that thing up on my nigga from the D (Oh, that’s me?)
On God!
Now, drop down (Down), you a freak (Hoo!)
Bend it over, woah (Come on!), touch your feet (Touch your feet)
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique)
Then throw it back on my nigga from NYC (Oh, that’s me?)

[Outro: Big Sean & A$AP Ferg]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse
Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk (That’s right!)

ASAP Ferg – The Mattress (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came a long way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was flipping the mattress

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Psycho gun in the mattress
Grandma pass it and he blast it
I came on your bitch, I’m a savage
She stretchin’ my dick like elastic
She made it disappear like magic
Bed bugs crept in the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress
Used to lay on a rug like Aladdin
Yeah, huh, now I’m like King Tut
You cuffin’ that bitch but she smuttin’
She fucked the whole block, I ain’t bluffin’
Trap Lord meaner than the mug
Wake the niggas up like Folgers in a cup
Tec go buh-buh
Don’t ever let it get fucked up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came a long way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was flipping the mattress

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Did backflips on the mattress
Did mad shit on the mattress
Where the magic happens? On the mattress
Two ratchet fat chicks on the mattress
A nigga stash G’s in the mattress
Fuckin’ all they bitches on the mattress
Bendin’ all these bitches over backwards
LSD and the acid
Wrote mad rhymes on the mattress
Fuck mad times on the mattress
Only thing in my Margina mattress
‘Cause I (came mad times on the mattress)
King size bed full of ashes
She smoke on my dick and don’t pass it
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
Ass fat but her titty plastic
What can I say, man? I’m a jiggy bastard
Pretty motherfucker, I think I should join a pageant
For the salad, put a hole in his cabbage
(Niggarace, new Versace) ‘Preme or the Palace
Fuckin’ models, I go in schemin’ on the talent
Cover of your favorite magazine and I’m stylin’
Fuck a horse-face bitch, but her body like a stallion
She swing on my dick like she Tarzan
Call me Coach Cartier ’cause I’m ballin’
My stones look deformed like retarded
What’s the name? (Those Balmain?) How you call it?
She suck on my dick while I’m yawnin’
She missin’ the D, now she moanin’
Her ass fatter than Action Bronson (pause)
She top me like top of the mornin’
Niggarace told me to, oh shit
Niggarace told me, give me Rocky
Cause you know it’s Flacko Jodye
Icy papi, while you watchin’, copy, niggas copy copy
I ride down, sloppy toppy
When she love a nigga mane, we them niggas now
International, had em going wild
Trap jumpin’, nigga, block bunkin’ nigga

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came a long way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was flipping the mattress

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Flacko always sleepin’ on the mattress
Waking up late or even absent
Came a long way from the mattress
School of hard knocks, graduated with my Masters
See the kids jumpin’ on the mattress
Came from the gutter where the trash is
We was sleepin’ on the pissy mattress
Guess you could blame it on our inner-city habits

Wrong – A$ap Mob feat. A$ap Ferg lyrics

Lyrics A$ap Mob – Wrong

La Musica de Harry Fraud
I know it’s wrong
I know it’s wrong.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong.

F*ckin’ on that b*tch and I know it’s wrong
Wifey walked in and she found that thong
She talk to my d*ck like an intercom
Then smoke that d*ck up just like it’s a bong
I ain’t gon’ lie, this the realest song
Headband boy, I get my glisten on
Trap Lord been gettin’ his ceiling on
But I know it’s wrong versuri-lyrics.info
I know that it’s wrong so the boy break
I speak to the Lord, don’t ignore me
White model b*tch doin’ cocaine
Layin’ her out in the hallway
Double strappin’ on a ratchet b*tch
So she don’t take me to Maury
Man I done lost me a classy b*tch
Fergie, you’s learning the hard way.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong.

Feel like I’m stuck in a maze, my b*tches lookin’ amazed
Now she is goin’ so crazy, she caught me cheatin’ today
Eyelashes all on my bed, texts I didn’t erase
Now she comin’ at my head, thought I’d never see the day
Shouldn’t have never been with them other broads
And now I left my girl with another scar
Sometimes I take advantage just ’cause I’m a star
I know it’s wrong so I’m on my knees prayin’ to God.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wronggg.
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ASAP Ferg – East Coast (feat. Remy Ma)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, everyone ’bout to open this shit up
Everyone, open this fucking shit up
Yeah, Constantine

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
This that ground zero music, sit and listen to it
This the children of the sewer, finally winnin’ music
This confessions of a lord, I’ve been sinnin’ music
The rap book is my Bible, just repent through it

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I jump in the whip and say “ooh, it’s my shit” and I tell ‘em to turn it up
Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit and I tell ‘em to run it up
This is Mr. Trap Lord, I’ma go until the sun is up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run til I fuck it up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Remy Ma]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka (hahahahahahahaha)
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka (Remy Ma)

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
And it’s 0-1, now, run it up
Got my face beat, hair done it up
I go bad on ‘em, drop bags on ’em
Got a tab, bitch; tell ’em run it up
I spaz on ’em, I gun ’em up
Said I’m too smart, gotta dumb it up
Dead in the middle of Little Italy
They ain’t know Remy really could just Pun it up
On IG, you thumb it up
But in real life, you bum it up
You’re on nothin’, you so frontin’
You Joe Budden, you pump it up
See, these hoes be luckin’ up
Try to be down, they suckin’ up
I go nuts, I mean peak on
Turn the beat on and I fuck it up
The bar’s low, I brung it up
And y’all hoes just stunk it up
I been one, you been done
You been shoulda just hung it up
You was hatin’ when I was comin’ up
You fake bitch, you need to woman up
You a wack bitch, you a rat bitch
And I’m that bitch, just to sum it up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah
Threw it through the ceiling, threw a nigga off the pillar
Now I killed him, they ain’t never found out
Fuck what you feelin’, Trap Lord in the building
With the lords and they with it right now
Pull up on them niggas like “skrrt” in a Merc
And I jerked see the bad man comin’
Talkin for niggas saved up and the pump had the rest of them bad boys runnin’
Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up and get left [?] if you thuggin’
Jump if you ready to fuck a nigga up cause he come for nigga all for nothin’
There’s some children down a holy thang and they let it bang cause you frontin’
Jump cause I’m feelin’ like I’m the illest nigga, I’m the trillest and I love it

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
Push the Benz like it’s nothing, whoo
Versace lens like it’s nothing, whoo
Fuck your tears like it’s nothing, whoo
Fuck a friend like it’s nothing, whoo
Bitches really like it nothing, whoo
Suck them titties like it’s nothing, whoo
Raise the bottle like it now, ooh
Turn the bottle like it now, ooh

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka