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Artista Asap Ferg 

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Work remix (feat. a$ap rocky, french montana, trinidad james & schoolboy q) a$ap ferg[intro: a$ap ferg] 
I gotta close the window before i record 
Cause new york don't know how to be quiet 
[verse 1: a$ap ferg] 
Coogi down to the socks like i'm biggie poppa 
Keep your girl head in my tommy boxers 
But really though, she a silly ho 
Cause you know the fergenstein getting plenty dough 
She don't get nothin' from a nigga though 
All she get is hard dick and some cheerios 
Kinda silly though, but i'm lyrical 
Bet i put him in the dirt with the penny loafs 
No tint though, on my window 
So you see a nigga shining in the benzo 
Balling! got me feelin' like jim jones 
I'm a pimp though, no limp though 
Couldn't copy my style in kinkos 
Put in work, run up on a killer then i put him in the dirt 
Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt 
That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves 
I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb 
Riding on a killer who be coming at ferg! (damn) 
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr 
Put in work, flacko put 'em in the dirt 
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth 
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse 
Yeah, uh, put in work 
Schoolboy q with a pound of the purp 
So much work he'll smoke up the earth 
Polo ground, a$ap world 
[verse 2: french montana] 
(haaan!) that ain't kanye, that's montana 
Loose cannon, he shot me so i had to do it 
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first 
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it 
Her ass fat, you could park ten tahoes on it 
When they mask up, comin' for your ice 
When they bare-faced, they comin for your life 
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak 
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep 
Illuminati? i'm from the streets 
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies 
Put in work, put in work 
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt 
[verse 3: trinidad james] 
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand 
They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang 
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang 
I said i do this for them shottas, trinidad i love ya 
I do this for them shottas, jamaica i'm your brother 
I know a bitch from vi, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner 
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem 
I fuck with asian niggas and i fuck with migos 
I fuck with haitian niggas, all they speak is creole 
I said all i speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but 
That don't get no deal, i said no that don't get no deal 
I just now got my deal, but i been gettin' this money 
No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing 
But work (put it in work) 
Work (put it in work) 
Work (put it in work) 
[verse 4: schoolboy q] 
Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk! 
A lotta niggas died, should've been from hoover street 
No i do not have a car, but i could buy one every week 
Pimpin' like i'm 33, move keys like i'm 36 
Ship o's like i'm 28, tacoma know i'm pushin' weight 
O-x-y i'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate 
My heart live where santa stay, super fly, i need a cape 
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick 
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip 
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk 
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth 
Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the church 
Deacon said i did my shit, the pastor said, "that nigga turnt" 
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk 
Shippin' units, captain kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs 
Might not last, i'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse 
Back to the lab with mother earth, had to give young ferg a verse 
[verse 5: a$ap rocky] 
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide 
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, pakistan, columbine 
Out of line, pistols barkin' "ar, ar" ride or die 
Write a script, design a line, all i see is dollar signs 
You want that pretty flacko? ratchets, designer jackets 
The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots 
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant 
Got a chick that worked at magic 
But i'm so damn fine make a bitch look average 
See my daddy in heaven, right next to ferg's 
You know what's up i'm throwin' bucks, loaded lux, put in work 

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