Lyrics:
I gotta 30
It do you dirty
I gotta 30
It do you dirty
Glock singing like fergie
I'm the king of my city
I'm balling no kd
I like the tits perky
She
Fergie's
Get surgery your face look like puberty
Mad boy vibes sad boy vibes
Kids in the school had them bad boy vibes
They did everything they could to slap
Seu kit é bonito igual da Fergie
Sem Mid eu não f*do com a metade
E eu vi que você ta num iate, yeah
Ela é selvagem
Vem sentar por cima enquanto borra
like Fergie
They could never stop my grind So I give man a black eye peas
No Fergie Them man are chickens no turkeys
I go in again The ting bangs got
Gynecologist to the Royals
He's had to sign the Official Secrets Act
For the fannies over which he toils
You see, he's fondled Fergie's fuck-flaps
And he's
Since young u been a rebel
You took me to my level
The top is mastery, till then I'll never settle
I'll make them dance for me
Like Fergie win
hostia
Me cago en tu puta estirpe
Y si aún quieres más mierda es mejor que no me mires
¡Bah!
¡Fuego!
¡Hijo de puta!
¡No, por favor!
¡Fuego!
¡Fergie pasa
ice
That body move every night, just wanna see that ass, nice
Trap lord like Fergie, I'm puttin work for your Louis, Fendi
Fly you out to Paris, go
sie puttet Work in
Ja sie puttet Work in ich nenn sie Fergie Fergie
Es ist Thanksgiving und ich move ein Turkey
Ich move die Packs durch die Streets von
Yeah
Life is a journey
I don't even see myself getting over thirty
I need a Lightskin bad lil bitch like Fergie
The way that I ball on these niggas I
feel just like Fergie when they get me started
Yeah, aye
I said I'm a target movin', not a movin' target
And there isn't shit that you could do about it
Slowly, I wake up by Fergie
He tells me I'm home free
Gotta get down to the road
Bleak streets, we're popping the mean beats
And handfuls of ecstasy
where i am
I'm a Manchester man
And Fergie's Goldenballs.
I'm captain, i feel i'm in heaven
May change my hair
But i'm still number seven
But boy they've
Hollywood Fergie:
It's ya boy (Yeah)
Hollywood Fergie
Dj Dyber, Biggavel' (Oww)
It's a Gain Greene wave baby
Let's go
Chorus
Dj Dyber:
Fifty dollar
sign to me
A box of Fergie, and a lot of codeine
Whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean
All this cash will fuck up your lil' self esteem
Fergie's ol' good 4-4-2
I be like ojuju
My eye don red, Odumodu
Dem no believe say I bin good
Bring down the roof
I be doubt doom
You must to make more room
twoją pensję a tu się dopiero zaczął koncercik
Potem ci ubrania zdejmę i się nie przejmę co koran twierdzi
To jest chwała przeliteruję ci to jak fergie
of all, we all know the beats is
Like a mix between Fergie and Jesus
Imagine the direction of this immaculate conception
Every one of His Majesty's swim
the house
Will.I.Am is definitely in the house
Fergie Ferg is in the house
Whadup to De La, shout 'em out
Drew hip-hop music now
Positive vibes, no doubt
night
When I die, bury me inside the liquor store
'Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough (ohh)
You do what you can, I do what you
night
When I die, bury me inside the liquor store
'Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough (ohh)
You do what you can, I do what you
bury me inside the liquor store
'Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough (ohh)
You do what you can, I do what you can't
You smoke that Bobby
booty niggas
Now Fergie all up in your groupie nigga
Reincarnation of Master Fard
Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart
Diss and I'll blow, and shouts from
the house
Will.I.Am is definitely in the house
Fergie Ferg is in the house
Whadup to De La, shout 'em out
Drew hip-hop music now
Positive vibes, no doubt
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