Mad man – Asap Ferg feat. Playboi Carti lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent 50k on the Rollie
Just brought that s**t and my b*tch broke it
She sayin’ she ain’t even notice
But her pus*y wet like the ocean
(Margiela, Mad Man!)
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I’m f*cking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don’t care for no b*tch we just toss ’em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
There in your hood
Riding up to a bodega
Fergie ‘gone blow like Omega
This ain’t no game, ain’t no SEGA
Even though that beef old I don’t care
I will not f*ck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a b*tch sing like Aretha
I’m f*cking your b*tch when you eat her
You cuffing that b*tch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
Yuh, yuh, yuhhh
Poppin’ these pills in my coupe
I’m on the roof, move like I’m Batman
Um, damn, what
Margiela madman
(Margiela, mad!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh? Lyrics Asap Ferg – Mad man
Whatchu know man it’s A$AP, nigga
It’s ASAP nigga stop all that goofy s**t
Nigga, f*ck yo squad nigga. Nigga, f*ck yo squad
A$AP niggaaa. I’m stealing your hoe
Taking your hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the d*ck
She wanna suck on the d*ck, she wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this s**t
Give her to clique
Give em the clip
Get on your knees, pray for the d*ck
Pray for this s**t, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas
I got my hand on the trigger, I got my hand on her pus*y
All of these niggas they pus*y
He run away like a wuss
I got the paper like books
I can’t pull up b*tch I’m booked
Walked in that b*tch and the b*tches they looked
All of these niggas, these niggas they shook
29 hop on the tour, watch this lil boss while I make a lil call. Asap Ferg lyrics
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