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letra de east coast remix - a$ap ferg

[intro: a$ap ferg & busta rhymes]
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
f-ck that sh-t, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
all of you n-gg-s get burnt when the gun is up
this that east coast motherf-cker
call me mr. east coast motherf-cker
let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[verse 1: busta rhymes]
y’all already know the god gotta talk
every single time i come you n-gg-s know i gotta do it
yes i gotta do it and i gotta k!ll ’em and i gotta hit ’em
yes you know a n-gg- gotta beat ’em stupid
only got 41 seconds just to give a n-gg- sh-t
every second b-tch i gotta use it
somewhat a n-gg- blew it and i cannot
grab the microphone and not make a motherf-cker lose it
and i make n-gg-s jump in the back
n-gg-s up, she in the back of the truck
lil’ mommy wanna f-ck and she really wanna suck
when i finish with it then we go in the back of the club
and we do this sh-t again my n-gg-, pr-nto
bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
banging on the p-ssy like a n-gg- named alonzo
head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
mad cause i took his b-tch and now he thinks he macho?
somebody better call the cops yo
‘fore we run up inside of that n-gg-‘s lil’ condo
put him in a box so the n-gg- in a cargo (cargo? cargo!)
shut a n-gg- down (fake b-tch)
throw a bottle at ya, shut a n-gg- mouth (break sh-t)
come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake sh-t)
let us wallow, n-gg-s know we’re in the house (trey fifth)
east coast n-gg-!

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
10031 is where my zip is
live in har-ar-lem, up in the trenches
run through a bodega like i ain’t got riches
run through a bodega like i ain’t got (come on)
don’t do it for the haters, i do it for the b-tches
my flow al-qaeda, i k!ll rap n-gg-s
y’all now and laters, sweet -ss-n-gg-s
soon as you get famous, they wanna -ss-kiss (muah)
only thing that i’m missing is hov verse (jay-z)
i get a feeling, they want the old ferg
“cocaine castle”, “hood pope” ferg
got a question to ask you: do you know ferg?
do you know that i come from where the toast burn?
new york, new york, 143rd
on hungry ham up on the corner
fiends gangster lean, they never sober
from being in the streets to run a culture
i never been in the weave, i had hoes, bruh
who’s that jiggy motherf-cker with the clothes, bruh?
i’m finna k!ll these motherf-ckers with the flow, bruh
i’m the best in the game with the flow, bruh
in new york i milly rock to “magnolia”
i love the east but shoutout to every coast, bruh
south to north and even west coast, bruh

[verse 3: a$ap rocky]
blackin’ like i’m fresh up out retirement, my flow still monumental
mental, couldn’t ride an instrumental but they ridin’ d-ck
i set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen
just me, myself and i, the world is mine, i put the “i” in his
his posse too clean (ayy), his diamonds like tip (ayy)
his skin too clear (ayy), his b-tch gon’ stare (ayy)
so mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
i find these college chicks for top with kylie’s lips
oh my, oh my (run it)
run it, run it like you want it (run it)
run it, run it like you stole it (run it)
running, running like i’m going (woo!)
running, pitching like i’m bowling (woo!)
in my city, gangs run the inner city
load a semi for the chiddy bang
flacko, fergie, frenchie with the bitties
hit up remy for the pretty gang

[verse 4: dave east]
lately i feel like a beatle
i’m paulie mccartney just rocking moschino
moscato or pinot
i got some b-tches to hop in the regal
phenomenal deep throat
i’m more ali than muhammad
my noodles was ramen, go google my diamonds
i got some shooters in college
i feel like a coach, i’m recruiting and signing
look, i still be moving in silence
i’m ballin’ in blue like i’m hooping in dallas (ballin’!)
b-tch i don’t play for no mavericks
you need to think who gon’ pay for your casket
ignorant b-st-rd
but i’m still conscious enough to give hope to the m-sses
watch the c-ke do gymnastics
dominique dawes, foreign my car when i’m mashin’

[verse 5: french montana]
chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
your b-tch busting it down, rap game i’m f-cking it now
i could be a jeweler, neck that’s slick the ruler
you n-gg-s is comedy, talking fast like bone thugs-n-harmony
krs-one, big l flows, son of a gun with the buffalo
head on my wrist is a p1, made more money than e1 (1!)
one time chinx, two time yams (yams)
get the money, slide like a violin (violin)
you know my n-gg- max almost home? (hanh)
you know who run the east coast zone n-gg-?

[verse 6: rick ross]
in the kitchen, culinary, i could whip a bl–dy mary
and i wish that blood would dead me, i’ma get ya brother buried
g-ngb-nging with your halo, business on the payphone
b-tches p-ss-es drying up, like taz’s angels
never was a client, ’cause that boy ain’t buying it
and i got a bottom b-tch, my top come on consignment
step up from the minor league, double m the dynasty
no, i never sold dope, i just got me a finder’s fee
following my frequency, n-gg-s rapping week to week
suckers be so weak to me, text, but don’t speak to me
you can never speak for me, see the b.i. chemistry
check into the crazy house, i’ma turn the labels out

[chorus: a$ap ferg]
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
f-ck that sh-t, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
all of you n-gg-s get burnt when the gun is up
this that east coast motherf-cker
but i know this west coast (snoop dogg!)

[verse 7: snoop dogg]
10/20 was my date of birth, the day i came to earth
bottle-sipping, love to burp, young n-gg- that’s doing dirt
long beach across my shirt, all y’all n-gg-s gon’ get merked
what the f-ck is you talkin’ bout?
me and ferg, we gon put in work
bang on ya’ gang culture, out of this world
it’s all on a b-tch, is she a blood? is she a crip?
don’t slip, think not, on the block where it’s hot
legalize with the nines, give a f-ck about a cop
real sh-t, this is it, from the bottom to the bay
this is anybody k, california all day
yes-sir, on the curb, mossberg by the van
little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
long beach, popping pill on ’em
i been working so hard, n-gg-, get your bale on
i been working so hard, n-gg-, work to sell somethin’
i been working so hard, welcome to the h-llzone, zone, zone

[chorus: a$ap ferg & snoop dogg]
see i’m from long beach
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
see i’m from long beach
f-ck that sh-t, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
all of you n-gg-s get burnt when the gun is up
see i’m from long beach
this that east coast motherf-cker
california motherf-cker, see i’m from long beach
call me mr. east coast motherf-cker
west coast

- aap ferg

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