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letra de reynolds - a$ap ferg

[verse 1]
the last time i smoked, i think it was about a pound
i thought lou laced my weed, i was about to pan ’em out
and he told me quietly, “n-gga, you was on the loud”
i was running ’round the room, rocky tried sat me down
i went to club with, and i seen busta rhymes with the red neck
and he looking at me like, “n-gga, you sniffed a line?”
you heard this before, you probably would have lost your mind
but i had to change my lines cause tt didn’t like my rhymes
everybody always giving praise to the team
when all my n-ggas do is get fly and sip lean
n-ggas think we’re stupid, with all these designer things
we walk in hilfigers office and hear that ching-ching
we get paid from tommy the rest of y’all n-ggas silly
and walk in office meetings with camoflauge and a philly
and only get brain from the b-tches that know the dealy
she rocked the mic and k!lled lipsync like milly vanilli

[verse 2]
being broke be the best thing that happened to me
it give me hunger pain, something strange happened to me
it fills my brain up with things so imaginary
then i start to spit flames with vocabulary
my momma thought i wouldn’t make it with this rapping sh-t
lint in my pockets and i still ain’t ask for sh-t
dreams of traveling the world so lav-er-ish
f-ck a couple b-tches that be f-cking with them tab-a-lets
lean sip’ fabrics, you n-gga is average
i’m about a mothaf-ckin’ buck like maverick
f-cking hoes in palaces, posing for the cameras
fans scream, “lord!” like a mothaf-ckin’ catholic
hoes tryna snap a pic, while a n-gga tapping it
b-tches love my words, on stage they try to grab my d-ck
i’m the best when it comes to this rapping sh-t
i eat a n-gga sleeping like bed bugs in mattresses
still up in the hood with them stragglers
fourty calibers if a n-gga talking blasphemous
young trap lord, i’m going back to nazereth
lean got me slurring like i got ty nast’s lisp

[verse 3: danny brown]
excellent weekends are with kinky wh0r-s
flow like meteor, your mediocre r-t-rd, put you in the er
no cpr to bring you back, when i pull out this eagle
squeeze her like kegel, sitting in a regal
blaze a blunt of sour, now i’m higher than a seagull
never ever p-ss unless you’re on of my amigos
’bout to have a trio, call that sh-t a sequel
me f-cking these hoes, we listening to beanie sigel
ain’t no way you’re equal, n-gga why you hating?
it’s over for 30 seconds like gang initiation
put dots between ’em like abbreviation
put his -ss to sleep like sed-ed-ation
i done came up from dinner bowl and cereal
to b-tches want the pipe like a house of payne video
so ferginstine tell ’em get up on there grind
when that a$ap drop, bring it back home for brown

- aap ferg

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