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[Hook: A$AP Ferg) When I die bring a hundred million roses, pretty bad bitches making love to my posters [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg) And my Cartiers, two lucky teeth Threw ice in it so I feel the breeze 2 thug bitches finger poppin' Gs (who love the hood) they will never leave 4 model bitches stay poppin' E On that Booger Sugar rollin' up the trees Spit hella game and her skinny frame Versace frame and her dirty bean She fucked my friends then fucked my friends This story go it'll never end And if I die before I wake I pray that A$AP will be great My momma good and my girl be late So there'll be another me and the world be straight Damn that nigga did his thing, he took over and changed the game His silk shirts, Versace frames His fly ass bitches, his tight ass jeans His dirty Benz, his Cuban links His big ass smile, his eyes was chinked His brown ass skin, he was lookin' gold He really loved, God bless his soul [Hook: A$AP Ferg] Letras de cancionesWhen I die bring a hundred million roses, pretty bad bitches making love to my posters Roses, bring a hundred million roses Rose, Roses Bring a hundred million roses (Kid calling out "Fergy") [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Tell that bitch I'm Fergy Ferg Remind her I'm rich but never flipped a bird Yes a nigga street just like a curb Young Barrie high, fuckin' with the herb Rest in peace, to Selena I listen to ya sing when I'm rollin' the weed up Mix the Cristal with Tequila Might fuck ya bitch but I don't wanna keep her I beats that bitch, flash back to Tina I feel like Ike when I'm on the mic (check check, when I'm on the mic, 2 blonde dykes for the motherfuckin night) And my guys are butchers, Vera Wang, Vera Wang Slang bitches for the brain And 40oz bounce thug bitches with the fangs Who fill the block up with Cocaine [Hook: A$AP Ferg] When I die bring 100 million roses, pretty bad bitches making love to my posters Roses, bring a hundred million roses Rose, roses Bring a hundred million roses From Letras Mania