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A$AP Ferg – Marilyn Manson Lyrics

Marilyn Manson Lyrics By A$AP Ferg

Yeah (Yeah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Ah-ah-ah-ah (Alright, right, yeah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah (Ooh, ooh)
Ah-ah-ah-ah (Damn, ooh)

I want a fast car with a mansion, big ass house in the Hamptons (Yeah)
Backyard so big we could camp in (Yeah), crazy like Marilyn Manson (Right, yeah)
I feel like I’m Charles Manson, four bad bitches in my mansion (Yeah)
Leave a nigga dirty like a tampon, crazy like Marilyn Manson
My niggas don’t do dancin’ (Uh), they be takin’ your niggas for ransom (Yeah)
Hoodie on, now he limpin’, crazy like Marilyn Manson (Alright)
The Lord in that Phantom, two bitches I ain’t sharin’ (Yeah)
I make this shit so random (What?), crazy like Marilyn Manson

I want the Ferrari and mansion, I want the Cartier dancin’ (Yeah)
I wanna just party in Hamptons, crazy like Marilyn Manson (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m so sorry I’m handsome, dippin’, dodgin’ in the Phantom
I be joggin’ from the cameras, crazy like Marilyn Manson (Yeah)
I be mobbin’ in Atlanta, stripper bitches call me Santa
Jiggy nigga throw the bread up, crazy like Marilyn Manson (Yeah)
Oh, these police got me fed up, I’m lookin’ at ’em, “Nigga, yeah, what?” (Yeah)
I’m finna murk off and I tear it up, crazy like Marilyn Manson (Yeah)

I want a fast car with a mansion, big ass house in the Hamptons (Yeah)
Backyard so big we could camp in (Yeah), crazy like Marilyn Manson (Right)
I feel like I’m Charles Manson (Yeah), four bad bitches in my mansion (Yeah)
Leave a nigga dirty like a tampon (Yeah), crazy like Marilyn Manson
My niggas don’t do dancin’ (Ayy, uh), they be takin’ your niggas for ransom (Yeah)
Hoodie on, now he limpin’, crazy like Marilyn Manson (Alright)
The Lord in that Phantom, two bitches I ain’t sharin’ (Yeah)
I make this shit so random (What?), crazy like Marilyn Manson

Eyein’ the property, two million
I fuck your bitch in the pool where I stay
‘Rarri goin’ fast, switchin’ the lanes
Victoria model gonna swallow today (Yeah)
I’m with a mulatto and she got the cake
We pop a couple bottles, she gotta mace
Only fuck one night but she got a taste
Of this fast life, livin’ and takin’ place
Niggas that’s hatin’ on me, nigga hate (Ayy, ayy)
You could never say shit to my face (Ayy, ayy)
Baby, I am flyin’ straight to the top (Ayy, ayy)
Quit all your bullshit, and nigga, get hot (Ayy, ayy)
Extendo when I’m ridin’ the drop (Ayy, ayy)
Hang out the Benzo, I’m feelin’ like ‘Pac (Ayy, ayy)
Ferrari the Enzo, get chased by the cops (Ayy, ayy)
Ooh, lemme stop now ’cause I’m sayin’ a lot (Damn)

I want a fast car with a mansion, big ass house in the Hamptons (Yeah)
Backyard so big we could camp in (Yeah), crazy like Marilyn Manson (Right)
I feel like I’m Charles Manson, four bad bitches in my mansion (Yeah)
Leave a nigga dirty like a tampon, crazy like Marilyn Manson
My niggas don’t do dancin’ (Uh), they be takin’ your niggas for ransom (Yeah)
Hoodie on, now he limpin’, crazy like Marilyn Manson (Alright)
The Lord in that Phantom, two bitches I ain’t sharin’ (Yeah)
I make this shit so random (What?), crazy like Marilyn Manson

Crazy like Marilyn Manson
Crazy like Marilyn Manson
Crazy like Marilyn Manson
Crazy like Marilyn Manson
Crazy like Marilyn Manson