Perfume

A$AP Ferg

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    [Verse 1]
    Trap lord on my belly, free my nigga really
    Elijah smoking that smelly, ménages in the telly
    Bonde bitch named shelly, dick all in her belly
    I met that bitch at a fashion show, she was rocking margiela
    I was with quasey casey rocking all that versace
    Might be in there sailing, smoking that beijing
    Ten stacks in my pocket, for no reason I got it
    Fuck around and hit sin city, tell that bitch to pop it
    What's up with you and purrp? I ain't into all of that gossip
    He brought the funk into my crew, you gotta ask rocky about it
    All I know is a$ap riding in them maybachs
    40. Cal, we spray that, when ak brratt you take nap
    Oh, lord, that hood pope - oh, lord, that trap lord
    Why they call you trap lord? Cause you a rap lord to my casket
    I ain't bowing to no time, hood pope on my gold shine
    My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we talk rhyme
    I tell 'em hold up

    [Hook]
    All I know is that trap lord, that hood pope
    All I know is that trap lord, but you're a rap lord to my casket
    All I know is that fast porsche smoking that good smoke
    Model bitch who from brazil, she want it on her culo
    Riding 'round the city feeling like p. Diddy
    Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no pac and no biggie
    Riding 'round the city feeling like p.diddy
    Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no pac and no biggie

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    [Verse 2]
    No reply when you call lord, mama cry 'til her throat soar
    Liechtenstein when I drunk four you was dying in this war hall
    Body left near the staircase courtesy of the whole mob
    Don't mean no fucking thing when I pull up in that goyard
    Shooked up from that toe star, ask questions like nardwuar
    Like can you feel your fucking legs? I bet that nigga cannot walk
    Persian bitch stack coke hard, sniff white 'till her nose soft
    I fucked that bitch with no rubber, cause that bitch be so raw
    Puff-puff when the semi pump, nigga really gonna pop
    Trunks when you see me duck, niggas really want
    Y'all punks can't see the God trap, truly lord
    And I click like donkey kong when I hit this long
    Better run when you see the mob, you be seeing God
    Hear the drum when my niggas march, you gon' see allah
    You the son of a bitch nigga, you daddy a broad
    You a bitch, little bitch nigga, probably wearing bras

    [Hook]

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