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A$AP Ferg – Mad Man feat. Playboi Carti (Clean Version)
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INTERPRÉTATION
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Chant
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Chant
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Artiste samplé
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Darold Brown
Darold Brown
Paroles/Composition
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Paroles/Composition
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Paroles/Composition
Darnell Carlton
Darnell Carlton
Paroles/Composition
Ricky Dunigan
Ricky Dunigan
Paroles/Composition
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Paroles/Composition
Lola Mitchell
Lola Mitchell
Paroles/Composition
Robert Phillips
Robert Phillips
Paroles/Composition
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Production
King Kanobby
King Kanobby
Ingénierie de mixage
Miz The Wiz
Miz The Wiz
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

Tear da club up Tear da club up Tear da club up Tear da club up Whatchu know man? It's A$AP, nigga Tear da club up It's A$AP nigga, stop all that goofy shit Tear da club up Tear da Club up Nigga, fuck yo squad nigga This for all you playa hataz who be talking that Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Spent 50K on the Rollie Just bought that shit and my bitch broke it She sayin' she ain't even notice But her pussy wet like the ocean Ayy, ayy (swim, swim, swim) Ayy, ayy (Margiela, mad man!) Master Bruce, yeah I'm the coldest Master Bruce, yeah I'm the coldest Margiela and that Rick Owens I'm fucking her friend and she know it Margiela, bad My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin Don't care for no bitch, we just toss 'em Millionaire, still live in Harlem (Yeah, uh) There in your hood Riding up to a bodega, Fergie 'gone bark like Omega This ain't no game, ain't no SEGA Even though that beef old I don't care I will not fuck with the Raiders Second deal out with Adidas Fergie done got him a sneaker Making a bitch sing like Aretha I'm fucking your bitch when you eat her You cuffing that bitch like you need her Yamborghini with Aaliyah Rest in peace until I see ya (Margiela, mad man!) Yuh, yuh, yuh Poppin' these pills in my coupe I'm on the roof, move like I'm Batman Um, damn, what, Margiela madman (Margiela, mad, man!) Ooh, ooh, ooh These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh? Boy I'm stealing your hoe Taking your hoe to the pad She getting lit, she tryna suck on the dick She wanna suck on the dick She wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh) Suck like a tick, suck on this shit, give her to clique Give em the clip, get on your knees, pray for the dick Pray for this shit, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas Ooh, ooh, I got my hand on the trigger I got my hand on her pussy, all of these niggas they pussy He run away like a wuss, I got the paper like books I can't pull up bitch I'm booked Walked in that bitch and the bitches they looked All of these niggas, these niggas they shook 29 hop in the tub Wash my lil balls while I make a lil call Nigga, fuck yo squad A$AP nigga This for all you playa hataz who be talking that
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Jordan Jenks, Jordan Terrell Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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