Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Ned Flanders’ 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.
K. Swisha
Ooh, all of them bitches exotic
Cars robotic, we go retarded (hooh)
Hop in a foreign, don’t need the top
When I get home, I need the top (wow)
Louis Vuitton when I leave the house (skrrt)
She got a ass and a greasy mouth (hooh)
She wanna twerk when I leave the house (wait)
Gucci that belt, I don’t leave it out (wow, brr)
Yeah, I got standards, ooh
Diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh (yeah)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I got standards, uh
Diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (right)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (alright)
She wanna twerk on my chain
Gettin’ that brain, swerve in your lane, uh
I f*ck her, knock off her bonnet
I had to get it, I want it, honest, yeah (hooh)
Ooh, private jet, Nike tag, she up next (check, right)
When you a boss, don’t take a loss
Count up a check (that’s right)
Seoul plate, never late, go on dates (hooh)
When you get up they hate, uh
Diamonds they drip like a lake (hooh)
Ali a ten, Kate flip a eight, nigga I skate (yeah)
Nigga, I got standards, uh
Diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I got standards, uh
Diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh (Ferg, hooh, hooh, hooh, oh)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (ayy)
I got standards
Suck on my nuts like planets, ooh, yeah (right, yeah)
My bitch a dancer (hooh)
Hop on the dick like a prancer, ooh (hooh, right)
Put a ‘lude in Fanta
Flick with a Polaroid camera, ooh, yeah
You talk outlandish
Put ’em in a holy field like Evander, ooh, yeah
Got a new mansion
New Ralph Lauren, copped two ranches
Diamonds is dancin’ (whoo)
Ice so cold, gotta walk with a panda (yeah)
Your bitch so scare-less
Gimme that top with no-handed, huh (brr)
I got standards (hooh)
I get the guap, cop Margielas (yeah)
I got standards (right)
Take your bitch, hit the ritz, not no standin’ (that’s right)
No outlanders (hooh)
When Ferg on the track all you rappers’ll vanish (hooh)
My bitch just landed (brr)
Not a lick of English, she speak Spanish (hooh)
Yeah, I got standards (ooh)
Diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I got standards (gas)
Diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (Ferg, hooh, hooh, hooh, oh)
Yeah, I got standards (ooh)
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh, (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I got standards (gas)
Diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (Ferg, hooh, hooh, hooh, oh)