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letra de allure - a$ap ferg

[intro: a$ap ferg]
(ear drummers)
(that money go for myles)
yo, hunt, pass me the luar bag
(true, d-mn, you makin’ noise, boy)
we gotta make n0bu before 9 o’clock
(mike will made-it)
yeah

[chorus: a$ap ferg]
live from atlanta, hit allure, swiped the credit card, money on deck
woke up in the four seasons, thirty thousand ones in a luar bag
only thing you airin’ is a bnb, n-gga, ain’t built like that
take the sewer gang on a ski trip, so they don’t drill like that
mama keep callin’, say i’m disrespectful how i treat a mill’ like that

givenchy model givin’ me top, oh nah, we can’t post that
and we ain’t postin’ a lot of sh-t
we live real life, n-gga

[verse 1: a$ap ferg]
yee, all of my n-ggas is clean, all of my b-tches is mean
yee, gettin’ it straight out the mud, investin’ a mill’ in the team
diamonds that drip in the club, i came a long way from the buildin’ with fiends
psycho was hangin’ with thugs and stashin’ the snub in 515
well, i got somethin’ to tell ya, darold is livin’ his dream
pull up in a ‘gatti in front of the projects, i’m makin’ a scene (woo)
give all of my plaques to the hood ’cause it never meant nothin’ to me
yeah, all of them trips out to houston, i’m pickin’ up p-ssy and lean
my daddy used to introduce me to k!llers that came out of queens
never meant to be a rapper, now i got a billion streams
[chorus: a$ap ferg]
live from atlanta, hit allure, swiped the credit card, money on deck

[verse 2: future]
a hundred k!llers when i’m in the city like they want my head (pluto)
i’m just a street n-gga, just rappin’, my day ones went fed (pluto)

i been goin’ brazy in the trap, i need to take my meds (let’s go)
i keep body sn-tchers, kidnappers with me, that’s a finnnact (let’s go)
i put real trappers and real scammers on the mizzap (true)
say i’m the reason your lil’ brother poppin’ percs and sip that (woo)
gotta use a glove and mask to cook the fifth, you ain’t built like that (drip)
five thousand shots at my show, they ain’t built like that (ah)
that)
signin’ a statement, you ain’t my twin, why you cap like that? (why you bappin’?)
i’m in the club, i got two glocks, while i’m strapped like that (two glocks)

you one of mines, you know you signed a death row contract (chop that)
a hundred bloods, we mobbin’ out, you think suge knight back (freebandz)

givenchy model givin’ me top, oh nah, we can’t post that
and we ain’t postin’ a lot of sh-t
we live real life, n-gga

- aap ferg

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