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letra de trap and a dream - a$ap ferg feat. meek mill

yeah, yeah
pray to the trap
pray for the trap

send them n-gg-s to the hood pope
my synagogue right in the ghetto
off the dome, i’m k!llin’ n-gg-s
but the pen game on a different level
one trap with a big dream
i go hard, won’t ever settle
“go in for the k!ll” what they taught me
boy i’m movin’ that shark tank
in this b-tch like i’m clark kent
got a deal with the devil like y’all say
it’s for the love of the money, what y’all think?
f-ck a wack b-tch what i won’t do
make a bill with these vocals
and the pro tools, thought i told you
pedal or metal, i try to slow down but i can’t
f-ckin’ yo b-tch and she kissin’ the d-ck
and i’m startin’ to feel like i’m tank
chasin’ the commas on commas
embracing the drama that come with the fame
put that on my momma, the llama
it hit ya, designer in part of your brain, so stay in ya lane
huh, yeah, i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch in a park
i bust in her mouth cause she parched
she throwin’ it back with an arch
you cuffin’ that b-tch like a narc
ooh boy i don’t wanna start
two birds on my boat, i’mma start
i’m kinda like noah’s ark
i am leaving this earth with a mark
i ain’t got time for you marks
i aim at your head like a dart
he lay on the street with a chart
spike on his head like he bart
i’d rather be chasin’ the cream
trappin’ and trappin’, i never be slackin’
i’m countin’ a million a dream

trap and a dream, trap and a dream
i had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
one trap and a dream, trap and a dream
i wanna make a hundred million when i hit the scene
trap and a dream, trap and a dream
i had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
one trap and a dream, trap and a dream
i wanna make a hundred million when i hit the scene

uh, yeah
trap and a dream, uh, mac with the beam, yeah
left hollywood, d-mn, back to the fiends, woo
pull up in my hood, skrt skrt, and back to the scene, hoo
in the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah
know a couple n-gg-s want me dead in my hood
do some charity, i put some bread in my hood
p-ssy n-gg-s snitchin’, got the feds in my hood
it’s like all the real n-gg-s really dead in my hood
i been runnin’ it up, f-ckin’ it up, plenty
hop out the spur, jump in the truck, bentley
neosporin, i’m in the cut, chilly
mask on, mask off, reppin’ my set, philly
i got thrity-six o’s, we gone put it on a roll
that boy silent, never told, f-ckin’ models out the vogue
and i rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze
i called papi for the low, he gon’ drop it, lord knows
i got a

- aap ferg feat meek mill

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