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letra de shabba remix - a$ap ferg

[intro: shabba ranks]
shabba! him deh yah
s, and a h, and a a, double b
and a a, r-a-n-k-s, always the best
a$ap mob, do the job, fly the flag
lawd ah mercy, people

[verse 1: shabba ranks]
say my name a likkle louder
holla out mi name mek i rip up the crowd ah
say it 3 times if a me unu proud ah
shabba! shabba! shabba!
oh man, say it a likkle likkle louder
holla out mi name mek i rip up the crowd ah
say it 3 times if a me unu proud ah
shabba! shabba! shabba!
hey, holla out mi name, jump to mi name
call out mi name, bawl out mi name
nah stop until it reach hall of fame
seh yuh body waan shabba know de same
people, holla out mi name, jump to mi name
call out mi name, bawl out mi name
nah stop until it reach hall of fame
anytime mi spit, mi spit flame
ah me dem in need of, true crowd pleaser
turn non-believer, inna believer
come crowd a people follow di procedure
mi no rakim but “follow the leader”
head ah go jump off ah fool dem shoulder
chop off dem head with mi cleaver
from jamaica right back to geneva
shabba ranking ah true crowd pleaser

[chorus: a$ap ferg]
sha-shabba ranks, sha-sha-shabba ranks
eight gold rings like i’m sha-shabba ranks
four gold chains like i’m sha-shabba ranks
one gold tooth like i’m…

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
who that stocky n-gga with the grills? trap lord you’re so trill
i could get a new bugatti but a n-gga rather chill
rather sit up on the block and stack it ’til i get a mill’
what about them old b-tches who ain’t wanna give me feel?
now they want a make it gucci cause a n-gga got a deal
rather double up and strap and hit a booty in brazil
i hit punta cana when sh-t gets so real
two bad b-tches in my vehicle
yellow hood rats like pikachu
hit it from the back got ’em screaming like
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh like yeezus do
bringing rappers from the dead like jesus do
can’t call them bone thugs cause they eating dude
i bust-a-rhyme and flip-mode, speak the flu
n-gga ya ya ya eat ya crew
b-tter pecan, puerto rican, be freakin’ the deacon’
a hood pope get good throat, i’m skeetin’ the sheets
she feelin’ my team, i asked her if she feelin’ the weeknd
cause a n-gga like she give head while you’re singin’
i’ma get the bread while i’m breathin’
i’m the rookie of the year and you better believe it
i be barkin’ like a que like i’m very collegiate!
like i’m pedigree eatin’

[verse 3: quavo]
meetin’ up the plug at a quiktrip
young n-gga had to make that money back flip
i’m trappin’ with accuracy
gold on my toilet like master p
lil’ mama, she drunk off a daiquiri
shabba ranks my pinky finger, please
you mad cause you workin’ at mickey d’s
young n-gga, i’m flexin’ like hercules (flex, flex!)
you can take her to the movie and go watch a film
a$ap ferg, front me a pelican
lean, lean, lean, that’s my medicine
quavo, old money, sega genesis

[verse 4: takeoff]
takeoff got ten gold rings, bling, bling, bling
for tryna take my rings, gun go bang
cashed out on the jeweler, ching
got ’em feelin’ like martin luther king, i had a dream
actavis, i only sip
and begin with a beam by extending my clip
if i see the police, grab my chips and i dip
snapping my fingers, we fillin’ arenas
i flip up the hannah montana in real
i feel like that keyshia ka’oir
that double ak-47’s, they aim at your lip
versace, givenchy, this sh-t is ridiculous
shabba!

[verse 5: busta rhymes]
look, n-gga, get it straight, you could never f-ck with my clique, boy
aww sh-t, quick, hit you with the dropkick jaw
bone break, you can see the way the clock tick, tock, tick
funny all these n-ggas stop, b-tch boy
bust’ rhymes back up in the c-ckpit, spit toxic, always givin’ n-ggas hot sh-t, boy
n-ggas see me shinin’ ’til he’s sick, sick, sick
any b-tch really want islam d-ck, boy
so much jewelry, n-gga lookin’ priceless out here
a lot of rappin’ n-ggas lookin’ lifeless out here
k!ll ’em ’til they say a n-gga triflin’ out here
and you can let ’em talk, you know who the nicest out here
vroom, vroom, vroom! bite dust p-ssy
better get low when you hear de shot buss, p-ssy
every time i come here, know i body n-ggas fully
godfather with it while i murder little rookie
and i’m bigger than your shorty though her p-ssy kinda bushy
f-ckin’ on the low, versace logo on the hoodie
airh-rn blow, my n-gga, bwam bwam bwam
let it go, you already know what’s really goodie
k!llin’ sh-t like i’m some kind of cancer
bag your b-tch, now she my private dancer
i don’t understand why n-ggas feel like they have to ask who the god is
when you know what’s the answer
chokehold sh-t ’til they be callin’ me strangler
hundred million dollars, safe behind the plasma
proper with it, ’til he spread the propaganda
and when i tec talk, can we pop your man up
on my sha-shabba ranks, on my sha-shabba ranks n-gga
gettin’ so much money, it’s like i just robbed a bank, n-gga

[chorus: a$ap ferg]
sha-shabba ranks, sha-sha-shabba ranks
eight gold rings like i’m sha-shabba ranks
four gold chains like i’m sha-shabba ranks
one gold tooth like i’m sha-shabba ranks
sha-shabba ranks, sha-sha-shabba ranks
eight gold rings like i’m sha-shabba ranks
four gold chains like i’m sha-shabba ranks
one gold tooth like i’m sha-shabba ranks

- aap ferg

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