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Asap Ferg - No Permission Lyrics

[Chorus]
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want
I get nothin' but love, don't you tell me what's up
'Cause I came up in the cut, I'm 'bout to open you up
I-I don't, I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want
I get nothin' but love, don't you tell me what's up
'Cause I came up in the cut, I'm 'bout to open you up

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I'm on a mission, I don't need permission
I do what I want, I flex and I stunt
I got that Kinko up in the trunk
I got Gorilla Glue up in a blunt
I mean that paper, in the airport with a vapor
New fit, got that tailor
I got new haters, twenty years later
That when you know you the mu'fuckin' greatest
I'm still at the top, and won't downgrade
I'm so hot, thank God's my neighbor
I ain't with the tappin', I go make it happen
I take what I want, I don't ask for favors
I run the city, go ask the mayor
I know the game, you not a player
Never seen a hoe at my show
That won't go, that shit rare
I do what I want, you do what you can
Can't tell me shit, I be damned
If any man disrespect me
On my land, I pop you like Xan
Just for this show, coulda bought me a Lamb'
Bitch, I'm the GOAT, you just a fan
I don't do no waitin' or reservations
Bitch, do you know who the fuck I am?
[Chorus]
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want
I get nothin' but love, don't you tell me what's up
'Cause I came up in the cut, I'm 'bout to open you up
I-I don't, I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want
I get nothin' but love, don't you tell me what's up
'Cause I came up in the cut, I'm 'bout to open you up

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Do what I want, stunt, get with the funk
Spit a sixteen like it came out the gun
Reebok a nigga, I came with the pump
Run with some shooters that can't even dunk
Shirts is boatie, shoes is dunks
We go to SDK for lunch
We blue in the head, don't give two fucks
Get smacked in the mouth if you raise your tongue (That's right)
I'm your daddy, I raised a son
Raised the bar, I raised the sun
Movin' mountains, make it look like a ton, huh (Damn)
You niggas is softer than Asian buns
Put 'em in coffin it came with a [?]
Makin' them hits on a major run (Yeah)
Hit us a tone, now it's on
Nigga, makin' them figures
Bet they figured that this nigga wouldn't be one of the trillest (That's right)
Got no limits, I'm like Master P
I'm breakin' up sentence (Woo, woo)
Come and fuck with the realest, fearless, rarest nigga in the business
[Chorus]
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want
I get nothin' but love, don't you tell me what's up
'Cause I came up in the cut, I'm 'bout to open you up
I-I don't, I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want
I get nothin' but love, don't you tell me what's up
'Cause I came up in the cut, I'm 'bout to open you up

[Verse 3: Dave East]
With no permission, I know they listen
I got bros in prison, none of who I'll mention
Never go out timid, I'ma go out with it
I don't know 'bout snitchin', give us all our sentence
Don't talk with niggas that tell all your business
I took a loss to get it, but now the Porsche is kitted
No cap, I couldn't afford a fitted
And I ain't standin' on no corner, nigga
Violate, I place a order, nigga
Have my Florida hitter come and off a nigga
Cover his body in honey in a room fulla bees
That's torture, nigga
Pump in the lobby, we hustle in front of the Ds
No talkin', nigga
I'm covered in green like a Boston nigga
Money on your head, I coulda bought you, nigga
40 belows on like Bishop
Fuck with the gang and you might come up missin'
Fresh off the plane and my bitch brought her sister
Smokin' some pain, watchin' movies 'bout Hitler
Drop phone jumpin', I already told you niggas
Got your bitch in the back of the Fiska
I'ma get some head if she ask for a picture
When you gettin' bread, you don't ask permission (At all)
[Chorus]
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want
I get nothin' but love, don't you tell me what's up
'Cause I came up in the cut, I'm 'bout to open you up
I-I don't, I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, do what I want
I don't need permission, bitch, I do what I want, what I want
I get nothin' but love, don't you tell me what's up
'Cause I came up in the cut, I'm 'bout to open you up