NV lyrics

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M.I.A.


[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Almost crashed the car Mike
This the second time yo' f*ckin' ass been swervin' all night
You almost crashed the car Mike
This the second time yo' f*ckin' ass been swervin' all night
You almost crashed the car Mike
This the second time yo' f*ckin'

[Skit w/ Hook]
Yeah make this right fat boy
Hit the f*ckin' right n*gga, hurry up n*gga make this right
Gangsta Grillz you f*ckin' bast*rds

[Verse 1: A$AP Nast]
Ayo, quit the speculation
My rhymes devastating, f*ck that sorry for the wait sh*t
I spit that funky f*ck yo mama all up in your face sh*t
This that pop a shot so it's big so you’ll replay this
Just peep don't say sh*t
Like on the real my .40 weighed in
Loaded with shells I pop a shot and leave you with a face lift
Remove your body from the scene down to my mama's basement
The f*ck I'm wasted, a load of sins to send to Satan
Patiently waiting, upon my time to greatness
I know you hate this, cause I'm a winner one of greatness
I rep this A sh*t, that's to death ain't no replacement
f*ck you Twelvyy, Fergie, Rocky, all you n*ggas ain't sh*t
[Hook]

[Spoken w/ Hook: A$AP Ferg]
This n*gga is a jealous ass b*tch
Yo mike, this n*gga's a b*tch
Yo Nast, my n*gga I love you and all but
You be trippin' some times

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg & (A$AP Nast)]
Wake up, hear the story
Cause Nast was starting to bore me
We had a couple of shortys, it was two with the orgy
(Aaw here this n*gga go with his f*ckin' story)
I was in Russia, don't you ignore me motherf*cker
We had some motherf*ckers, types of b*tch to f*ck your mother
And f*ck your brother
Hol' up, the little one
Type to lick his booty til' the doo doo come
(What type of sh*t this n*gga on)
She nasty, but I f*cked her anyway
If you like me in Russia any day
I used a condom, it ain't like a n*gga went renegade
And Nast was cuffin'
He wanted to take the b*tch on a little date
And it comes to find out, his black ass couldn't even penetrate
(So what I caught the f*ckin' head
I heard she had aids, so I'd be motherf*ckin' dead)
You motherf*ckin' devil, I'ma tell Rocky
Like "I'ma kill this n*gga, and don't you try stop me"
Hold on, you got a gun, you gon' really try to pop me?
(I don't give a f*ck if yo ass kinda stocky
Yeah I'm the cousin of Rocky, I'm supposed to be first
Now say your last words, rest in peace DEEFERG
And you's a b*tch n*gga, you don't put in no work
But n*gga I do, you get put in a hearse)
Get that gun out of my face
(pus*y motherf*cker yeah your ass is the worst
And Twelvyy he aiight, but his ass gettin' murked
I'ma kill all you A$AP's in due time
So you can rot in hell with your mildew rhymes, motherf*cker)
[Skit]
Nast put the f*ckin' down
Put the f*ckin' gun down my n*gga
Watch out Mike
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