F.E.R.G.I.E! Lyrics

Aye

Walk in the club with the digits

OH MY GOD! I'm ignant

Look at my sauce, yeah I drip it

Baby you know that I been in it

Yeah I been with it

Catch me in a minute

Go an get the pack just to flip it

Tip-Toeing in my Pippins

Now the devil missin

Lookin at the clock boy it's tickin

Lookin for ya pocket boy I picked it

Hung em in the kitchen

(Heard they Fergie on the beat)

(Know that I been servin work, swervin in the streets uh)

He's always had a bad attitude

Aye

Put the work in

Shawty get to twerkin for the Birkin

Bag

But she a pain in my ass

Run through the bands, put a pain in my tags

Aye,

Yeah I'm gone in a flash

Ouu

Catch a glimpse of my Rafs

Aye, Ouu

Look at that rat

Look at these raps, All fact, No cap

I'm so

Piped up got the bag in the wagon coupe

This you can't imagine, I'll just sit back an act a fool

I ain't ever lackin I got Macky to keep the tool

Everybody slackin I call Fergie to up the shoot

No cut

Feelin like i'm Melly where the city girl butts uh

No celly i'm a pretty big mutt

In a house with the dogs, and the fleas, and the sluts

Aye

Walk in the club with the digits

OH MY GOD! I'm ignant

Look at my sauce, yeah I drip it

Baby you know that I been in it

Yeah I been with it

Catch me in a minute

Go an get the pack just to flip it

Tip-Toeing in my Pippins

Now the devil missin

Lookin at the clock boy it's tickin

Lookin for ya pocket boy I picked it

Hung em in the kitchen

(Heard they Fergie on the beat)

(Know that I been servin work, swervin in the streets uh)