Letra de Fergivicious - A$ap Ferg

[Intro]
Yeah, a lot of you people look at me like
"Who the fuck this nigga think he is?"
Lord Ferg the Second, the Fergenstein
All the trap lordians stand up, yeah

[Verse 1]
Hi! I'm Fergivicious
To a bunch of bitches, man, I'm Fergielicious
Riding with a bunch of little trap villains
Turn it up, leave yo ass on the ceiling
Fuck your opinion nigga, I be killing
Hippy white bitch on the penicilling
Getting all the bad bitches I been feeling
Think a nigga trapping? Yeah, I'm drug dealing
Hit her with the crack pipe get her lifted
Take a little sip-sip of my drip-drip
Fuck a little trill bitch 'til my dick limp
I love the way you lick-lick on my dick tip
Riding in the Bentley, you in a Civic
Fuck your main broad 'til she on my friend's dick
4-5-6, yeah, my niggas tripping
Shout out to the max and my niggas' Cripping
A$AP Q, yeah, my nigga cripping
Marty Baller macking, yeah, he Blood dripping
5 point star for a thug nigga
'bout 2 keys for the snow sniffing
White gold teeth cause a nigga don't sleep
Nightmares of being broke cause I'm seeing no cheese
Bitch coming at me cause I'm dropping no fees
She can get up on a nigga for about a couple G's

[Chorus]
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own

[Verse 2]
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Hey, Joyde! Hi, twin!
Thinking 'bout my goddamn father again
Why he couldn't see a nigga in Medusa lens
Why he couldn't see a nigga cop his first Benz
Why he couldn't see a nigga pop his first band
Only bitches love me tryna get up in my pants
Riding in a limo with a bunch of fake friends
Who be only around me cause I make ends
I feel the pain for my bro cause his dad died
My daddy gone too, my nigga, that's life
But them niggas did it up in they past lives
Mo�t with Crystal nigga, that's right
Bet them niggas dressed up in them white suits
Rhythm and the blues in a white coupe
Spit it through a cloud with a nice boo
Daddy, Anna-Nicole probably like you
Ahh, I'm so vicious
Riding in a coup with a bunch of killas
Are you gangbanging, man? I couldn't see it
Like twisting up your fingers in a pair of mittens
Put 'em in the water with a bunch of fishes
Watch a frog leap were his fucking chin is
Are you Popeye? Eat your fucking spinach
Bunch of young Trap Lords and we down for sinning
A$AP Soul, that's my fucking nigga
Young Tarzan, that's my little nigga
Crawling in them bitches like a caterpillar
The bitch can't be all in my Hilfiger
Flacko Jodye, he a trill nigga
Twelv' the good goon be that real nigga
Nasty Baby want to kill a nigga
All us together the illest niggas

[Chorus]
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own