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A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg - Pups

Pups
A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg
02:37
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[Intro:]
Arf, arf, arf!

[Chorus: ASAP Ferg & ASAP Rocky]
Where my dawgs at? We right here, dawg!
Where my dawgs at? Right here, dawg!
Where my dawgs at? We right here, dawg!
Now where my dawgs at?
Frankie Mothafuckin' P!

[Post-Chorus: ASAP Rocky & ASAP Ferg]
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.
Get at me!
Never tacky, jeans made by Acne,
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis!

[Verse 1: ASAP Ferg & ASAP Rocky]
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. (Suu)

[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky & ASAP Ferg]
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 karma, 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.

[Chorus: ASAP Ferg & ASAP Rocky]
Where my dawgs at? We right here, dawg!
Where my dawgs at? We right here, dawg!
Where my dawgs at? We right here, dawg!
Now where my dawgs at? We right here, dawg!

[Verse 3: ASAP Rocky & ASAP Ferg]
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.

[Chorus: ASAP Ferg & ASAP Rocky]
Now where my dawgs at? We right here, dawg!
Where my dawgs at? We right here, dawg!
Where my dawgs at? We right here, dawg!
Now where my dawgs at? We right here, dawg!

[Post-Chorus: ASAP Rocky & ASAP Ferg]
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.
Get at me!
Never tacky, jeans made by Acne,
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis!

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