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A$AP Ferg - French Tips Lyrics



A$AP Ferg - French Tips Lyrics
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[ Featuring Coco Jones ]

Yeah, uh
Make it hot
Yeah, uh-huh, uh, what, yeah
Make it hot
Yeah, uh
Make it hot
Make it hot
Yeah, yeah (uh)
Sewer sounds

Short hair like Cleo chick in Set It Off
Gangsta bitch like Vivica when she let it off
She drive the Range full of niggas, she drop the fellas off
Her ass sit up, designer for her pups, her cheddar long
She smoke it like a bong, I slip it through La Perla thongs
She put my jewelry on, I f*ck her to my newest songs
Left the boots on, sis slept on the futon
Wake me up for lunch time, pass me the grey poupon
Don't do coupons, your ex was on Groupon
Got you in the mansion and you're waking up to new poems
You could be my stripper, I just put some Uncle Luke on
Lovin' in the tub until all the water is lukewarm
Before we go again, I sip some Guo Gong
When you're wet, I start to tingle 'cause it's too warm
I ain't put the condom on 'cause you got me stuck
I'm pullin' out
I ain't ready to shoot the club up

I would like to get to know if you could be (and if you don't know, now you know, nigga)
(Could be) nigga
The kind of nigga I could be down for (I could be down for)
(What? Uh-huh)
Got me fiendin' for you, want you to show me (show me, show me)
If you're the one I like (make it hot)
Baby, come make a move on me

Pretty bitch with a fitted
French tips on acrylic
Never listen to the critics
All them other niggas crickets
Said she wanna smoke on Gumbo
Let her pitch in with the killers
In my hood, she with the drillers, like to pull up with her nigga
Like her restaurant's expensive
She ain't never got a problem payin' or just tippin'
That's why my baby glisten
Always keep it hundred so it's never need for fishin'
Plus, she got the vision (word up)
Haters always wanna hit us with division
Stickin' to the plan 'cause I'm a man on a mission
Hittin' up Dover Street, drop some bands for my misses
She washin' them dishes, them diamonds dance in the kitchen
We romance in the kitchen
All in the pots and pans, and damn the collision
All up in yo' guts, can I get some damn recognition?
We gon' get to them bucks and I'm sharin' all the riches
Don't care 'bout all them bitches (yeah, yeah)
Word up

I would like to get to know if you could be (and if you don't know, now you know, nigga)
(Could be) nigga
The kind of nigga I could be down for (I could be down for)
(What? Uh-huh)
Got me fiendin' for you, want you to show me (show me, show me)
If you're the one I like (make it hot)
Baby, come make a move on me

Yeah, uh
Make it hot
Yeah, uh-huh, uh, what, yeah (yeah)
Make it hot
Yeah, uh
Make it hot
Make it hot
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Yeah, uh
Make it hot
Yeah, uh-huh, uh, what, yeah
Make it hot
Yeah, uh
Make it hot
Make it hot
Yeah, yeah (uh)
Sewer sounds

Short hair like Cleo chick in Set It Off
Gangsta bitch like Vivica when she let it off
She drive the Range full of niggas, she drop the fellas off
Her ass sit up, designer for her pups, her cheddar long
She smoke it like a bong, I slip it through La Perla thongs
She put my jewelry on, I f*ck her to my newest songs
Left the boots on, sis slept on the futon
Wake me up for lunch time, pass me the grey poupon
Don't do coupons, your ex was on Groupon
Got you in the mansion and you're waking up to new poems
You could be my stripper, I just put some Uncle Luke on
Lovin' in the tub until all the water is lukewarm
Before we go again, I sip some Guo Gong
When you're wet, I start to tingle 'cause it's too warm
I ain't put the condom on 'cause you got me stuck
I'm pullin' out
I ain't ready to shoot the club up

I would like to get to know if you could be (and if you don't know, now you know, nigga)
(Could be) nigga
The kind of nigga I could be down for (I could be down for)
(What? Uh-huh)
Got me fiendin' for you, want you to show me (show me, show me)
If you're the one I like (make it hot)
Baby, come make a move on me

Pretty bitch with a fitted
French tips on acrylic
Never listen to the critics
All them other niggas crickets
Said she wanna smoke on Gumbo
Let her pitch in with the killers
In my hood, she with the drillers, like to pull up with her nigga
Like her restaurant's expensive
She ain't never got a problem payin' or just tippin'
That's why my baby glisten
Always keep it hundred so it's never need for fishin'
Plus, she got the vision (word up)
Haters always wanna hit us with division
Stickin' to the plan 'cause I'm a man on a mission
Hittin' up Dover Street, drop some bands for my misses
She washin' them dishes, them diamonds dance in the kitchen
We romance in the kitchen
All in the pots and pans, and damn the collision
All up in yo' guts, can I get some damn recognition?
We gon' get to them bucks and I'm sharin' all the riches
Don't care 'bout all them bitches (yeah, yeah)
Word up

I would like to get to know if you could be (and if you don't know, now you know, nigga)
(Could be) nigga
The kind of nigga I could be down for (I could be down for)
(What? Uh-huh)
Got me fiendin' for you, want you to show me (show me, show me)
If you're the one I like (make it hot)
Baby, come make a move on me

Yeah, uh
Make it hot
Yeah, uh-huh, uh, what, yeah (yeah)
Make it hot
Yeah, uh
Make it hot
Make it hot
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Writer: Darold Durard Ferguson Brown Jr., Courtney Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: A$AP Ferg
Featuring: Coco Jones
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Darold Durard Ferguson Brown Jr., Courtney Jones

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