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AAP Ferg Lyrics
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'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga though
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves
I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb
Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work
Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World
(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye, that's Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, comin' for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I fuck with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing but work
(Put it in work)
Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk!
A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church
Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt"
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic
But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average
See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux, put in work
The song "Work" by AAP Ferg is a rap song that talks about his hustle and hard work in the music industry. He mentions how he close the window before he starts recording because New York City is a noisy place. He brags about his wealth, fashion, and obsession with Coogi. The lyrics are sexually explicit, and he talks about women as "hoes" and objects. He removes the romantic element in relationships and is only interested in sex, like a player who boasts about his prowess with women.
The song includes references to other rappers such as Biggie, Jim Jones, and Schoolboy Q. In the chorus, he repeats, "Put in work" numerous times, almost as if he's reminding himself to keep working hard. The song speaks about the poverty, struggle, violence, and drugs, and the way it affects the lives of people on the margins.
Overall, the song is about the struggle to succeed in the music industry and become wealthy, as well as about the hard work and grind required to achieve success in a cutthroat industry. It also shows the darker side of hip-hop, including its links to violence, drugs, and gangs.
Line by Line Meaning
I gotta close the window before I record
I need to shut the window before I record because New York is always too loud
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
I'm wearing Coogi down to my socks just like Biggie Poppa in his music video
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
I've got your girl's head in my Tommy Hilfiger boxers
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
The only thing your girl gets from me is hard dick and some Cheerios for breakfast
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
It might sound silly, but I am very lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
I bet I can beat him and put him in the dirt with my penny loafers
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
I'm balling so hard that I'm feeling like Jim Jones, but I'm a pimp
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
I put in work, I run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
No tint though, on my window
There's no tint on my car window, so you can see me shining in my Benz
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
I'm a Trinidad maniac with an all gold hearse
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
Girl, twerk that kitty and make it purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
Put in work, Flacko puts them in the dirt
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
There's so much work that he'll smoke up the Earth
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
He is a loose cannon and he shot me so I had to retaliate
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
When they mask up, comin' for your ice
When they put their masks on, they're coming for your jewelry
When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
When they're not hiding their faces, they're coming for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
Don't pray for me, pray for the weak
Immigration give you nothing but work
Immigration gives you nothing but hard work
A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
A lot of people died, they should've been from Hoover Street
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
I'm pimping like I'm 33, moving drugs like I'm 36
Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
Shipping ounces like I'm 28, people in Tacoma know that I'm pushing weight
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
My heart is where Santa lives, I am super fly and I need a cape
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
She is so passionate about me that it is dripping from her lips, she says she's never been with a Crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
Uh, put in work, all big booties make you twerk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
I'm shipping drugs, Captain Kirk style, taking Xanax and popping Percocet
Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
I might not last, so I'll bomb you first and turn your back seat into a hearse
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
I pop my collar on my shirt and make these girls go crazy
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Girls are throwing their bodies back and forth, they're all over me
Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt"
The deacon said I did my thing, the pastor said, "that guy is on fire"
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
My main girl is a movie actress while my side chick won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic
I have a girl who works at Magic (gentlemen's club)
See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
I see my dad in heaven, next to Ferg's
Loaded Lux, put in work
Loaded Lux, put in work
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: RAKIM MAYERS, QUINCEY HANLEY, DAROLD DURARD BROWN, KARIM KHARBOUCH, NICHOLAS WILLIAMS, STEVEN PUGH
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bloodm4ykr
3 years later and this is still my favorite song. never gets old. always a classic
potężny gej
for sure?
big bag getter
@potężny gej yes
Gregory Snapplecock
Might want to get some better taste in music if this is your favorite song
LadónG
@Gregory Snapplecock you come your way to insult someone for their favorite song under that song's official video? lol sad people
Gregory Snapplecock
@LadónG yeah I came over here for that purpose specifically genius
Jonathan Mathew
It's not just the beat, it's what you can do with the beat .
FierySpiritCamari
This and the remix is like the greatest example of how much energy and cadence can effect a song and turn a good verse into a great verse
mpfary the juice
100 facts!
John Marshall
10 years later and i still listen to this from time to time
so good