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lirik lagu a$ap ferg - don't mind

[intro: french montana]
you n-gg-s sound crazy to me
you ain’t a quarter what you claiming to be
and i don’t like it

[verse 1: french montana]
you talking about me in the streets and i don’t like it
you running with them people i don’t like it
if she ain’t got no cheeks i don’t like it
she ain’t bringing no freaks i don’t like it

[verse 2: fabolous]
no face no case, dab
no face no case, dab
d-brown these hoes, dab
d-brown these hoes, dab
french, ferg, and who? fab
french, ferg, and who? fab
setting up that hook, jab
setting up that hook, jab

[verse 3: french montana]
french, ferg, and who? fab
came back with a new bag
frank lucas blue bag
came through coupe black
upper cut two jabs
paid for two stacks
lv’s no strap
hearing them, who that

[verse 4: a$ap ferg]
my b-tch is too bad
her booty is too fat
them new 2 live crew
me, french, and who fab
goyard my boo bag
dior my shoes d-mn
iced my tooth
and i baped out my durag

[verse 4: fabolous]
from bx to harlem, ending up in bk
you don’t want no problem, cook beef like cheese steak
on me so freaky
[?]
balling on some new sh-t, this nba 3k

[verse 5: a$ap ferg]
still go to the pj’s
f-ck a b-tch where she stay
can’t come to the new crib
she ain’t getting no leeway
probably f-cked your new b-tch
don’t believe what she say
but the b-tch a klepto
i seen my sh-t on ebay

[hook: fabolous]
if you want me to blow the bag i don’t mind
if you want to come f-ck my swag i don’t mind
all through the night (i don’t mind)
i said all through the night
if you want me to blow the bag i don’t mind
if you want to come f-ck my swag i don’t mind
all through the night (i don’t mind)
i said all through the night

[verse 6: a$ap ferg]
put 40 on my neck, and 20 on her wrist
black card in her -ss, and you can sweat like this
she in love with my crew, but i don’t give two sh-ts
and i ain’t wear no vest fab, you can snipe my b-tch

[verse 7: fabolous]
blowing up my phone wow
showing up to my home wow
how i’m posed to stop, how
stop acting crazy, how
whip on my wrist, wow
whipping my wrist, wow
got me popping that crys-tal
like its ’96 now

[verse 8: french montana]
i pull up out that p-ssy tell her hold up
pull up to the club getting paid like a promoter
we pull n-gg-s throw up
you got a bad b-tch i got 30 of those
red bottoms cost 30 jordans

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