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letra de jungle - a$ap ferg

[verse 1: a$ap ferg]
n-gga smoking cigaweed stressin’
all my sons feeling neglected
woke up in the strip club flexin’
i want all the girls on my erection
i’m thankful to god that i’m winning
so i ain’t gotta talk to you peasants
t ferg out of jail and he with me
you know that sh-t is a blessing

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[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
n-gga smoking cigaweed stressin’
i’m guessin’ no n-gga like me put in that work like a mexican
all these b-tch n-ggas be hype off they estrogen
fergie so sick he changed up his medicine
ain’t gon deny, i be so fly
put the heat in the street and it ain’t no mirage
can’t you see with your eyes, i’m the new [?]
need a bad b-tch like nicki to have a menage
sorry safaree, she got some thick thighs
no game like atari, when a slice of that pie
shoutout to bari, vlone on the rise
2 thou for the hoodie, toast to the god
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[verse 3: marty baller]
(marty, finish ’em)
feeling like i’m ’bout to turn it up
tell the dj i said turn it up
cause i come from a place where n-ggas don’t sleep
they selling that white seven days of the week
all night to stay on they feet
then they hunt in the night like a thief
cop guns cause they stay in some beef
then they ride with them guns in the street (all the time)
my n-ggas be uber the jeep
personal driver whenever we creep
guns gon fly open whenever we meet
and i’m grabbing them guns out the seat
cause i heard you got it for cheap
got it for low, and we trying to eat
with my flow, i could rock you to sleep
and knock them birds off in a week
we ain’t come for no games
now my n-ggas ain’t playing
what the f-ck is you saying?
motherf-cker y’all paying
all them hammers is spraying
all your bodies is staying
y’all n-ggas ain’t show me no love
i remember they tried to act tough
now when i walk in the club, i light up my weed, and them n-ggas they all want to puff
what the f-ck is that stuff?
we don’t rock like that, and ya n-ggas really ain’t gon pop like that
they not like that, they don’t fight back
tell ’em shoot and them n-ggas give the glock right back
them b-tches they all used to front
i tell them to l1ck on my nuts
then kiss on my sh-t, then spit on my sh-t
then smoke it up just like a blunt

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- aap ferg

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