Let It Go - A$AP Ferg
[Intro - A$AP Yams:]
Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins
This Yamborghini on the motherf_ckin' check-in
You know I had to hang-glide through for this one
You know, we at the all-star game right now
Eyes closed (swish) shootin' fade aways from half-court
(Elbow in the rim and all that)
(Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)
Ya feel me?
[Hook:]
Kill a motherf_cka with the magnum forty-four
Find a chump slumped, n_gga, magnum on the road
Body full of bullets when they found him on the road
Lay a f_cker down, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
The semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
The semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload
[Verse 1:]
Ride Maybachs like Ross (Ugh)
550 Benz four doors
Praying for my n_ggas, they lost
Dyin' no thing, they wolves
Ridin' on a gang that floss
Multiplyin by the gang that bucks
Pull a 9 on anything we spark
Menage ain't a thing they whores
P_ssy so good, need more
Let me get in those drawers
5-0 in the corner store
He heard all them claps with a round of applause
Spit at your back and you lie on the floor
Rat-a-tat-tat and you go see the lord
B_tch like horse, X In Her Pores
Want more sex, all in her jaws
Molly!
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm grippin' the mac and you under attack
Spit at your back and you takin' a nap
No heart a be pumpin', your body relaxed
You talk to me dumb and that's how I react
One arm in the air like I'm waving a cab
The nine is a b_tch and she makin' it clap
I'm palmin' a fifth like I'm givin' a dap
Be ready to scrap when you talk to the Trap
(My condolences)
You are now talking to a boss
Lou Bang still ride in the Porsche
2-thou for the grill, they cost
White gold teeth, no floss
Young trap lord like Doss
Two b_tches in the crib, no drawers
She rockin' the mic with her jaws
I call that b_tch Nicki Minaj
She pop more pills no cough
When sh_t get real she spark
Givenchy my b_tches
Smoke that life till you n_ggas see God
Gettin' head in the foreign cars
Get the head from the foreign broads
Hasta la vista, senor
P_ssy ass n_ggas a see Allah
(FERGIE)
[Hook]
[Outro - A$AP Yams:]
So it's like, "F_ckin' Problems," platinum
(Bling, bling) LongLiveA$AP number one album in the country
(Bling blow) sold out tours, what's next?
Trap Lord
Let these motherf_ckers have it
Let them know we not playing this year
The limb's never been so relaxed, ever
It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, nobody to share it with
We ain't trippin' though
Y'all walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy
Pay your dry-cleaning bill and all that (pay that, pay that)
Cause it's like it ain't even a competition no more
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