ASAP Ferg - Perfume (Lyrics)

[Verse 1] Trap Lord in my belly, free my nigga Really

Elijah smoking that smelly, ménage is in the telly

Blind bitch name Shelly, dick under her belly

I met that bitch at a fashion show, she was rocking Margiela

I was with [?] rocking all that Versace

Might be in there sailing smoking that Beijing

Ten stacks in my pocket, for no reason I got it

Fuck around and hit Sin City, tell that bitch to pop it

What’s up with you and Purrp? I ain’t into all of that gossip

He brought the funk into my crew, you gotta ask Rocky about it

All I know is A$AP riding in them Maybachs

40. cal, we spray that, when AK brratt you take nap

Oh, Lord, that Hood Pope – oh, Lord, that Trap Lord

Why they call you Trap Lord? Cause you a rap Lord to my casket

I ain’t bowing to no time, Hood Pope on my gold shine

My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we talk rhyme

I tell ‘em hold up

[Hook] All I know is that Trap Lord, that Hood Pope

All I know is that Trap Lord, but you’re a rap Lord to my casket

All I know is that fast porshe smoking that good smoke

Model bitch who from Brazil, she want it on her culo

Riding ’round the city feeling like P.Diddy

Glock nine in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie

Riding ’round the city feeling like P.Diddy

Glock nine in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie

[Verse 2] No reply when you call Lord, mama cry till her throat soar

Liechtenstein when I drunk [?] you was dying in this war hall

Body left near the staircase courtesy of the whole mob

Don’t mean no fucking thing when I pull up in that Goyard

Shooked up from that toe star, ask questions like Nardwuar

Like can you feel your fucking legs? I bet that nigga cannot walk

Persian bitch stack coke hard, sniff white ’till her nose soft

I fucked that bitch with no rubber cause that bitch be so raw

Puff puff when the semi huff, nigga really gonna pop

Trunks when you see me duck, niggas really want y’all punks

Can’t see the God trap, truly Lord and I click

Like Donkey Kong when I hit this long

Better run when you see the mob, you be seeing God

Hear the drum when my niggas march, you gon’ see Allah

You the son of a bitch nigga, you daddy a broad

You a bitch, little bitch nigga, probably wearing bras

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