Mad man – Song and Lyrics by A$AP Ferg

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Mad man’ by A$AP Ferg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Ferg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Whatchu know man it’s A$AP, nigga
It’s A$AP nigga stop all that goofy shit
Ay, stop all that goofy shit
Nigga, f*ck yo squad nigga

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Spent 50k on the Rollie
She brought it and my bitch broke it
She sayin’ that she ain’t even notice
But her pussy wet like the ocean
(Swim, swim, swim)
(Margiela , Mad Man)
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I’m fucking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don’t care for no bitch we just toss ’em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
(Yeah, uh)
There in your hood
Right in your local bodega
Fergie ‘gone blow like Omega
This ain’t no game, like ain’t no SEGA
Even though that beef old, I don’t care
I will not f*ck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a bitch sing like Aretha
I’m fucking your bitch when you eat her
You cuffing that bitch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
(Margiela, mad man!)

Yuh, yuh, yuh
Poppin’ these pills in my coupe
I’m on the roof, move like I’m Batman
Um, damn, what
Margiela madman
(Margiela, mad man!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh ?
I’m stealing your hoe
Takin’ yo hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the dick
She wanna suck on this dick, suck like a tick
Suck like a tick, suck on this shit
Give ’em the clip
Give ’em the clip
Get on your knees, pray for the dick
Pray for this shit, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas
I got my hand on the trigger, I got my hand on her pussy
All of these niggas, they pussy
He run away like a wuss
I got the paper like books
I can’t pull up bitch, I’m booked
Walked in that bitch and the bitches they looked
All of these niggas, these niggas they shook
Twenty-nine hop on the tour, watch my lil’ boss while I make a lil’ call

Nigga, f*ck yo squad, nigga
A$AP bitch
This for all you player haters who be smoking on that (C-Note)