A$AP Ferg ft. A$AP Rocky – Pups – ipasm.com

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  1. Jonathan Baker says:

    Is that Desiigner at 2:01?

  2. JorgeOrtizC93 says:

    LYRICS:
    Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
    Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg)
    Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
    Now where my dawgs at?
    (Frankie Mothafuckin’ P)

    I said get at me
    Ain’t talkin’ to you niggas with that rap beef
    Get at me
    Ostrich-skin seats like it’s acne
    Get at me
    Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
    Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis

    It’s about to get uglier than Balenciagas
    Felt bad I never finished college
    Now we fuckin’ cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamas
    Livin’ the dream, open up your eyelids
    Me and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitches
    How my cousin make a mil’ off a du-rag business?
    All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat litters
    All the yellow with the black like the Wu back (Su)

    Back when I was rentin’ beds, I was still catchin’ head
    If I was bussin’ dishes, I’d be still fuckin’ bitches
    Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas
    Gone for a minute, now I’m back, did you miss me?
    Had the whole Harlem World wearin’ Under Armours
    Under the armors, I’m a pretty mothafuckin’ comma
    Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama
    Kinda runnin’ late for this meetin’ with Obama
    I ain’t mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right
    Meet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe right
    More money, more problem, more chopper, more drama
    And I got these hoes, feelin’ like Mo Bamba

    Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
    Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
    Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
    Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)

    Who gon’ do what? My dawgs gon’ tool up
    Nigga, look out, ’cause look down like once you fucked
    And we don’t give two fucks
    Where I’m from, you lunch, you food
    Niggas called your bluff
    Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff
    I like my songs screwed up
    I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed
    I’ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck
    Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck
    Big horns, tuba, more good than Cuba
    They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up
    But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up
    Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust

    Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
    Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
    Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
    Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)

    I said get at me
    Ain’t talkin’ to you niggas with that rap beef
    Get at me
    Ostrich-skin seats like it’s acne
    Get at me
    Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
    Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis

  3. Flip Musik says:

    Fire

  4. Johnny savage Juicy J says:

    We’re the fuck ASAP mob been ?

  5. Богдан Николаевич says:

    Хуйня,лучше можете)

  6. King Quel says:

    Old school vibes

  7. Brandon Bowling says:

    2000s vibe incoming love these 2 almost as much as rocky and Tyler

  8. Charles Aragon says:

    Dmx yes but Wu-Tang as well, you can hear it in the beat

  9. Kaouzin Jack L'eventreur says:

    I made myy dog listen to this and he became my MF DAWG !!

  10. JES Allen says:

    Got goosebumps. This is fire.

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