ASAP Ferg - Pups (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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ASAP Ferg - Pups (en) Lyrics
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Where my dawgs at? (We
right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at?
I said get at me
I'm talkin' to you niggas
with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
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
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 one, two, 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
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