A$AP Ferg - Slay lyrics

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A$AP Ferg - Slay lyrics

[Intro – Meek Mill] Yeah Chasing Chasing that bag, chasing that bag Chasing Whoo Aye Lil fish [Verse 1 – Meek Mill] Woke up this morning I had a ménage Loaded the foreigns I packed the garage We do it big like we back in the sky Maybe I'll sell if I rap and I lie Maybe I'll sell if I let n****s write it These n****s swagger jacking and they bite it This for my n****s trapping out them Hondas Tryna get designer Gucci they attire Walk in this b***h and it's quiet I break a heart then I buy it I probably get her a Bourke I take that back, s**t I'm lying I'm on the jet when I'm flying I'm in the Bentley, I'm wheeling I'm in the trench with my n****s and I know the feeling to see 20 million Funny money n****s counterfeit I could tell you ain't been around the s**t Like a swiper, when I got the black card 80 of them burners if they counterfeit Seen the money, and I know the sound of it It go (vrrrt vrrrt!) That's a lot of it Know that language that money machine clicking They been rap dissing, I ain't seen, n****s Know Omelly ready, I got D with us 7 on me, I got lean with us Like that dirty dirty, how I lean n****s My wrist so subzero like freeze n****s Finish them n****s, I put an end to them n****s I'm on the roof with that scope When I hit them little b*****s like Remy my n***a [Hook/Chorus – ASAP Ferg] You save 'em, we slay 'em Girl I ball [Verse 2 – ASAP Ferg] Whip whip whip, whip it Me and your b***h in a Bentley Making it rain when she stripping Hold up the umbrella like Bentley F**k with a n***a that's righteous Call me Mr. East Coast I'm the tightest I remember when [bedbugs] was biting God bless me like a n***a got sinus Ooh Holy Ghost, I'm a baptist F*****g on ratchets Might get a night get an actress Who give me the top when I slap it Feeling like DJ Khaled She grabbing on my d**k getting careless Man I had to k** this beat, I'm a savage Meek Milly drop 20 on the atlas [Verse 3 – Meek Mill] Back in this b***h and you know we reloaded Look at the credits and tell you who wrote it I had that b***h on my d**k and she rode it And she wouldn't speak to you n****s and you know it I'm out in Cali I'm looking for Khloe Kylie, Kourtney or maybe Kendall, finesse with that swagger You know ima swindle you n****s dont getting the s**t that I'm mental S**t that I'm saying will prolly offend you You acting rowdy like Bobby was with you You only talk when that molly up in you

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