Tag: Action Bronson


ASAP Ferg – The Mattress (feat. A$AP Rocky)


[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came a long way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was flipping the mattress

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Psycho gun in the mattress
Grandma pass it and he blast it
I came on your bitch, I’m a savage
She stretchin’ my dick like elastic
She made it disappear like magic
Bed bugs crept in the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress
Used to lay on a rug like Aladdin
Yeah, huh, now I’m like King Tut
You cuffin’ that bitch but she smuttin’
She fucked the whole block, I ain’t bluffin’
Trap Lord meaner than the mug
Wake the niggas up like Folgers in a cup
Tec go buh-buh
Don’t ever let it get fucked up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came a long way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was flipping the mattress

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Did backflips on the mattress
Did mad shit on the mattress
Where the magic happens? On the mattress
Two ratchet fat chicks on the mattress
A nigga stash G’s in the mattress
Fuckin’ all they bitches on the mattress
Bendin’ all these bitches over backwards
LSD and the acid
Wrote mad rhymes on the mattress
Fuck mad times on the mattress
Only thing in my Margina mattress
‘Cause I (came mad times on the mattress)
King size bed full of ashes
She smoke on my dick and don’t pass it
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
Ass fat but her titty plastic
What can I say, man? I’m a jiggy bastard
Pretty motherfucker, I think I should join a pageant
For the salad, put a hole in his cabbage
(Niggarace, new Versace) ‘Preme or the Palace
Fuckin’ models, I go in schemin’ on the talent
Cover of your favorite magazine and I’m stylin’
Fuck a horse-face bitch, but her body like a stallion
She swing on my dick like she Tarzan
Call me Coach Cartier ’cause I’m ballin’
My stones look deformed like retarded
What’s the name? (Those Balmain?) How you call it?
She suck on my dick while I’m yawnin’
She missin’ the D, now she moanin’
Her ass fatter than Action Bronson (pause)
She top me like top of the mornin’
Niggarace told me to, oh shit
Niggarace told me, give me Rocky
Cause you know it’s Flacko Jodye
Icy papi, while you watchin’, copy, niggas copy copy
I ride down, sloppy toppy
When she love a nigga mane, we them niggas now
International, had em going wild
Trap jumpin’, nigga, block bunkin’ nigga

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came a long way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was flipping the mattress

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Flacko always sleepin’ on the mattress
Waking up late or even absent
Came a long way from the mattress
School of hard knocks, graduated with my Masters
See the kids jumpin’ on the mattress
Came from the gutter where the trash is
We was sleepin’ on the pissy mattress
Guess you could blame it on our inner-city habits


Rick Ross – Scientology (Rather You Than Me Album)


Welcome to the Scientology of Hip Hop
Where you must sign a life long contract as well
Welcome
You’re so lucky to grow and age
Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer
Mucus built on your brain
But you tell me to keep on praying
Really this is a blessing, many been long and gone
Family your true possessions, admit I made some mistakes
Can’t blame it on adolescence, so infected with greed
Having something to see
I was running in circles and it was right next to me
This must have been God’s wishes
Cause all my friends went to prison
Nothing like Bryan Williams but when they come home I kiss em
Hold on, give me a second refreshing my recollection
Labels, we playing chess
Nothing I’m not contesting
You niggas is stupid thinking Craig Kallman won’t send his shooters
They’ve been robbing for years, no fear to blow out your noodles
Looking at B.I.G and Pac imagining all the profits
A fiend sitting at home
Picture me rolling out and no royalties in the pocket
Who really is there to blame?
Each man feed a man, children we get a gang
Scientology prophets you better stay in your lane
Let me roll up some green
This game is economics I pray you go back to college
All I’m seeing is bitches so queens go back to Hollis
Made it without a father my mother did I acknowledge
Know a crooked attorney, last name Sotomayer
I’m breaching these contracts preachers and gun claps
Smoking that Mike Dean until my lungs collapse
Bun B and Action Bronson, I’m seeing no colors
If you with me, you with me I’ma ride for my brother
Honor and pride put the salaries aside
There’s lead in the water put your prayers in the sky
Respect me as a man as you look into my eye
Let’s address if there’s gon’ be no problems down the line
See Confederate flags but I got a flag of mine
Yeah, yeah I got a flag of mine!
Yeah, bang we can do it then!
I got that money from Lil Wayne lets do it yeah


RICK ROSS – Scientology lyrics


Welcome to the Scientology of hip hop where you might
Sign a life long contract as well.. Welcome

You’re so lucky to grow and age
Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer
Mucus built on your brain
But you tell me to keep on praying
Really this is a blessing, many been long and gone
Family your true possessions, admit I made some mistakes
Can’t blame it on adolescence, so infected with greed
Having something to see
I was running in circles and it was right next to me
This must have been God’s wishes
Cause all my friends went to prison
Nothing like Bryan Williams but when they come home I kiss em
Hold on, give me a second refreshing my recollection
Labels, we playing chess
Nothing I’m not contested, you niggas is stupid
Thinking Craig Kallman won’t send his shooters
They’ve been robbing for years. no fear to blow out your noodles
Looking at B.I.G and Pac imagining all the profits
A fiend sitting at home
Picture me rolling out and no royalties in the pocket
Who really is there to blame
Each man feed a man, children we get a gang
Scientology prophets you better stay in your lane
Let me roll up some green

This game is economics I pray you go back to college
All I’m seeing is bitches so queens go back to Hollis
Made it without a father my mother did I acknowledge
Know a crooked attorney, last name Sotomayer
I’m breaching these contracts preachers and gun claps
Smoking that Mike Dean until my lungs collapse
Bun B and Action Bronson, I’m seeing no colors
If you with me you with me I’ma ride for my brother
Honor and pride put the salaries aside
This lead in the water put your prayers in the sky
Respect me as a man as you looking in my eye
Lets address the [?] won’t be no problems down the line
See confederate flags but I got a flag of mine
Yeah… yeah, I got a flag of mine!
Yeah bang we can do it then!
I got that money from Lil Wayne lets do it yeah