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MICK JENKINS lyrics - The Water[s]

Drink More Water

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[Mick Jenkins & Ebony:] Drink more water, water, take a little sip, nigga Drink more water, water, take a little sip, nigga Drink more water, water, take a little sip Just a sip will make a nigga feel like gold [Mick Jenkins:] Will these niggas let me sip my ginger ale? You can tell that I’m parched On point like a dart or a pen with the ball, don’t start, I can tell that you aren't What you want, the gold and the hoes and the lights? The cars and the clothes what a life Do your stars get chose and your bars get low when you're dull as a fucking butter knife Can’t cut shit, can’t touch this, it’s a masterpiece When the pen attack the leaf But it’s all in a stroke on some paintbrush shit, they've been shooting in the streets and I ain’t ducked yet We still here, 79th and Phillips, hope you brought a Philips cause niggas like to drill here Won’t cut it with a flathead, put it in your back if you lack with yo' sack or yo' flat red Irritate the white skin, like a black-head, I just pray to God you don’t flatline I just play the background, Spacetime on the board, you can check a nigga stat line Smoke tree now, spit it with a black lip, had to take a little break like halftime Felines want the green like catnip, I just want my shit bumping in your alpine [Mick Jenkins & Ebony:] Drink more water, water, take a little sip, nigga Drink more water, water, take a little sip, nigga Drink more water, water, take a little sip Just a sip will make a nigga feel like gold [Mick Jenkins & Ebony:] Drink more water, take a little sip, nigga Drink more water, take a little sip, nigga Drink more water Just a sip will make a nigga feel like gold [Mick Jenkins:] I couldn’t afford to get my girl into this open mic that I performed for But somewhere in the world there’s a Riff Raff concert that people gon' swarm for I never understand that shit Put all the whack rappers in the band and disband that shit Have everyone panicking Like when Danica Patrick got good with the handling Dismantling the plans of the industry management (ooh) Think I might’ve said too much Ain't we s'posed to still be slaves? Nigga might’ve read too much Saw the rape taking place in my face in the hood On some Drake shit, a nigga might’ve cared too much, so I guess I’m in my feelings Been so fucking focused on the flow that I didn’t even notice that I ain’t got no ceiling Peeling back the truth of the matter like damn, why these niggas lie so much? Healing rap, the truth to the matter is, I’m so ahead that I ain’t never had to try to front Don’t try your luck, don’t taint the green, nice with the paper never had to buy a blunt Exceed expectations like a pop fly when you tried to bunt Field goal when you tried to punt We kick it that hard, nigga No limits to my masterpiece, I’m Master P with a motherfucking black card, nigga And I ain’t never had to act hard, nigga And I ain’t never had to act hard [Mick Jenkins & Ebony:] Drink more water, water, take a little sip, nigga Drink more water, water, take a little sip, nigga Drink more water, water, take a little sip Just a sip will make a nigga feel like gold [Mick Jenkins & Ebony:] Drink more water, take a little sip, nigga Drink more water, take a little sip, nigga Drink more water Just a sip will make a nigga feel like gold

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PUFF DADDY "Forever"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Cee-Lo, G-Dep, Redman) [Puffy] I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man That shit been long gone, come on [Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me I reply casually Come what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge 'All rise' This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro [Sauce Money] I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit Look, you against me is really nothin' to see Who, when, where, what it's gon' be I don't give a fuck if it's he or she I'm the virgin of hip hop Nobody fuckin' with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' Always the Suzuki side kick nigga Bitches don't cast stones down, they throw bricks Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick These nigga's the nicest No, go fish Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit [Cee-Lo] You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated Observe it from over there, ok Ain't It obvious we overheated You talkin' that slick shit But I jus' know that you meant me But evidently, you don't know I get your ass gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps Come on and get some of our gun craps I'll straighten out the nigga now When I snap, make your chest cavity collapse When I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up Look in my eyes, I'm not scared Sucka, you heard what I said If you don't wanna get dead No it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule [Busta] Don't hold me back, you bet How many nigga's think they fuckin' with mines A nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester Now fix your fuckin' face up Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the fuckin' floor Only the real mother fuckers belong I hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song (Bitch nigga) You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the past When I used to pull spine outcho ass Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit Long as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill shit Zap nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lips Fuck with so much dick in their ass it's shrinkin' her hen house Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas

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P. DIDDY "Forever"
[Puffy] I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all O's I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man That shit been long gone, come on [Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me I reply casually Come what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge All rise This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro [Sauce Money] I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit Look, you against me is really nothin' to see Who, when, where, what it's gon' be I don't give a fuck if it's he or she I'm the virgin of hip hop Nobody fuckin' with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' Always the Suzuki side kick nigga Bitches don't cast stones down, they throw bricks Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick These nigga's the nicest No, go fish Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit [Cee-Lo] You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated Observe it from over there, ok Ain't It obvious we overheated You talkin' that slick shit But I jus' know that you meant me But evidently, you don't know I get your ass gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps Come on and get some of our gun craps I'll straighten out the nigga now When I snap, make your chest cavity collapse When I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up Look in my eyes, I'm not scared Sucka, you heard what I said If you don't wanna get dead No it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule [Busta] Don't hold me back, you bet How many nigga's think they fuckin' with mines A nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester Now fix your fuckin' face up Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the fuckin' floor Only the real mother fuckers belong I hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song (Bitch nigga) You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the past When I used to pull spine outcho ass Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit Long as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill shit Zap nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lips Fuck with so much dick in their ass it's shrinkin' her hen house Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas

Blow My Buzz

D12 "Devils Night"
[Swifty McVay] Hmm, yeah This just one of them days when yo' ass just wanna chill out and motherfuckers be all in yo' ear and shit, yknowhatI'msayin Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk blowin all yo' high away Now that's some fucked up shit, heh but it happens, yknowhatI'msayin Yo [Eminem] Yo yo yo yo Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot You got it like I got it or not If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed that you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja that's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up and [Chorus: D-12] Blow, my, buzz You want to want to just don't blow, my, buzz (Do what you want to) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll, my, drugs (Smoke my weeeeed) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck, you, up (I might just whoop yo' ass) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool [Bizarre] [ding dong] Bitch let me in the house (Avon) No, I just came to eat your mother out It's the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go 'head!) [Eminem] Bizarre sit yo' nasty ass down [Bizarre] I spot this fat bitch from across the room Now suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (yea yea!) My face is pink, lookin for a sink And don't worry bout what I put in your drink It's called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you'll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore) Bitches I'm catchin, blunts I'm matchin Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the Reverand Jesse Jackson [Swifty McVay] Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence It'd be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo' last beer (f'real) Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo' bitch to bring here ass here I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear When I'm out eatin, you fags'll interfere They don't go until I let 'em know a mag' is sittin here I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho' ass wanna hear I didn't answer you clear, I met Manson this year okay You want some yea I'll front yo' ass a play But other than that, get the hell out my face Because you niggaz tryin to [Chorus w/ variations] [Kun] Yo Denaun you seem shook [Kon] I really am dawg look This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook [Kun] Aww man you probably lead her on [Kon] I just bought her a beer! [Kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears [Kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain't seen me cryin [Kun] Nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it [Kon] Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did the ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids [Kun] Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I'm in the zone Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs Go kill yourself [Kon] Fuck you! [Kun] Well stop blowin my buzz! [Proof] I'm at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back with a slut on my arm while I'm downin the 'gnac Got the pills in my system, floatin around Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think I'm goin def like old senile men Only one good demo out of three thousand (Yo I ain't wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin) Next nigga that bump me, I'ma do the Humpty and elbow bitches, 'til everybody jump me (Yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit) Whassup fool Fuck you punk! (Motherfucker, the fuck It's on fool it's on! Whassup then nigga) [Chorus w/ variations] We'll be cool We'll be cool if you don't talk while I'm just tryin to smoke my weed Smoke my weed.. I'm tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up while I'm just tryin to get blowed Spittin to me some mo'.. (hehehe)

All Night

TURK "Young & Thuggin'"
(feat. Lil' Wayne) [Lil Wayne] You know it's Wheezy you know Nigga you know it's Wheezy you know You know it's Wheezy you know Who Squideye [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I ain' just jumped off da porch playboy I been thuggin on da block Fist clutchin' on da glock Who Bout it Motherfucker let me know shit Y'all wit that hoe shit I keep the fo grip Hollowed tips fill the whole clip Trippin' ya feel da whole clip Get It I'm on some mo shit Quad Mafia blow Shit Never slept for dough or no bitch I only want a hoe for those lips to lick my whole clique And load the bitch wit coke and shit and send her on a road trip I'm so sick wit it Dick nigga what is your purpose I'm off the surface Platinum merchandise shining perfect For certain firearms This verse seem like it's dirty squiddy Put bullets in yo shirt and fit it if you jerkin wit me pops don't yourself the next statistic You may be hard but seeing your chopped off is less convincing Which nigga want it Holla at me I'll be at the top With cha wife slobbing on my cock And your kids calling me pop I can't be stopped [Hook: Lil Wayne 2x] Okay They run in yo place four straight to yo face These Niggaz don't play Believe me shit ain all right They cut off all lights And they ridin' all night Till some shit that you don't like let's go [Verse 2: Turk] Nigga look here you can play wit me or my dogs If ya won't And watch how quick yo bitches wind up gettin' left faunked I dress in black rat a tat tat leave ya flat nigga At any given time you gonna see that nigga Lil Turk and Wheezy straight thugged out We got choppers wit 50's that'll clear it out You could test the nuts If ya won't round You know you done fucked up so it's goin' down Get fulla dat one on one and we don't give a fuck It's you or me, me or you nigga so what's up Now tell me, Is you really bout dat beef shit Bringin dat heat shit, killin yo peeps shit Cuz If you not then it's best you stay your distance nigga Cuz when we pull da trigger look we ain' missing nigga I'm a hit cha in yo melon split it to da fat Leave yo moms on da front level draped in black [Hook 2x] [Verse 3 Lil Wayne & Turk] [Lil Wayne] Fuck wit a turn or bed for bags, bitches, or bread And we mash quickly in a drout and blast snitches they scared Take snap pictures for fedz we blast riches and ice Snatch at night get em back depending the price Livin the last minutes of life and we do it huge My whole crew 'll does whos background to screw And we feud wit anyone to two shatter ya cabin Come around ya block niggaz disappear like abra cadabra [Turk] Lil turk don't play nigga look betta recognize When my finger get ta fuckin all you niggaz gon die Hit cha set in camoflague 50 shots what I fire Lay down and get cha mind right I bet cha won't survive I put that on everthing against anything ya bet If a nigga get it twisted get holes in his chest vest ain no way you protect it Last nigga got bust up cuz he disrespected [Hook til end]

Shabba (Remix)

ASAP FERG
[Intro: Shabba Ranks] Shabba! Him deh yah! (Yeah!) S and a H and a A double B and a A-R-A-N-K-S (A$AP MOB!!!) Always di best! (Fly di flag!) A$AP Mob! Do di job fly di flag! (Yeah! Fly di flag!) Lawd a mercy! People! [Verse 1: Shabba Ranks] Say my name a likkle louda, holla out mi name mek I rip up dat crowd a Say it three times if a mi oonu proud a SHABBA! SHABBA! SHABBA! Awww man! Awww man! Said a likkle likkle louda, holla out mi name mek I rip up dat crowd a Say it three times if a mi oonu proud a SHABBA! SHABBA! SHABBA! Hey! Holla mi name, shout to mi name, call out mi name, bawl out mi name Nah stop until it reach hall of fame seh yuh body waan Shabba now di same People! Holla mi name, shout 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 A mi a dem need a, true crowd pleasa, tun non-believa, inna believa Come crowd a people, follow di procedure, mi nuh Rakim but, (Follow The Leader) Hey dog go jump off a fool dem shoulda, chop off dem head, wid meat cleava From Jamaica right back to Geneva, Shabba Rankin a true crowd pleasa [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm....WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Who that stocky nigga with the grills? (Trap Lord you're so trill!) I could get a new Bugatti but a nigga rather chill, rather sit up on the block and stack it 'til I get a mill What about them old bitches who ain't wanna give me feel? Now they wanna make it gushy cause a nigga got a deal Rather double up and strap and hit a booty in Brazil (I hit Punta Cana when shit gets so real) Two bad bitches in my vehicle, yellow hood rats like Pikachu Hit it from the back got 'em screamin' like "AHHHHHHHH~!!" like Yeezus do Bringin' rappers from the dead like Jesus do, can't call them bone thugs cause they eatin' dude (yeah) I (bust-a-rhyme) and (Flipmode), speak the flu, nigga; YAH YAH YAH! - Eat ya crew Butter pecan, Puerto Rican, be freakin' and peekin', 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 nigga like she give head while you're singin' (HMM) I'mma get the bread while I'm breathin', I'm the rookie of the year and you better believe it I be barkin' like a Q like I'm very collegiate! (WOOF! WOOF!) Like a pedigree eatin' [Verse 3: Quavo] Meetin' up the plug at a QuikTrip (QuikTrip) young nigga had to make that money back flip (BRRRT) I'm trappin' with accuracy (accuracy) gold on my toilet like Master P (shine) Lil' mama, she drunk off a daiquiri (who?!) Shabba Ranks my pinky finger, please (SHABBA) You mad cause you workin' at Mickey D's (hah) young nigga, I'm flexin' like Hercules (flex! FLEX!) You can take her to the movie and go watch a film (watch a film) A$AP Ferg, front me a pelican (pelican) Lean, lean, lean -- that's my medicine (lean); Quavo, old money, Sega Genesis (uh) [Verse 4: Takeoff] Takeoff got ten gold rings, bling, bling, bling (bling) for tryna take my rings, gun go bang (pyoo!) Cashed out on the jeweler (ching); got 'em feelin' like Martin Luther King, (I Had a Dream) (had a dream) Actavis, I only sip and begin with a beam by extending my clip (BLOAW!) If I see the police, grab my chips and I dip (DIP) snappin' my fingers, we fillin' arenas (SHABBA) I flip up the Hannah Montana in real (WOW!) I feel like that Keyshia Ka'oir That double AK-47's, they aim at your lip (BLAOW!) Versace, Givenchy, this shit is ridiculous SHABBA! [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes] Look nigga get it straight you could never fuck with my clique boy! Awww shit quick hit you with a drop kick jaw (HUH!) Bone break you could see the way the clock tick tock tick Money roll these niggas stop bitch boy (HA!) Bus Rhymes back up in the cockpit spit toxic always givin niggas hot shit boy (HUH!) Niggas see me shinnin 'til they sick sick sick (UGH!) any bitch really wanna slob dick boy So much jewelry nigga lookin priceless out here alot of rappin niggas lookin lifeless out here Kill 'em 'til they say a nigga triflin out here And you can let 'em talk you know who the nicest out here (VROOM VROOM VROOM!) Bike dust pussy! Betta get low when yuh hear di shot buss pussy! Everytime I come you know I body niggas fully (HUH!) Godfather with it while I learn a little rookie And I'm diggin in your shorty though her pussy kinda bushy (OH!!!) Fuckin on the low besides she low go under hoodie (YES!) Hear horn blow my nigga WAMP WAMP WAMP!!!! Let it go you already know what's really goody (Goody Goody!) Kill the shit like I'm some kind of cancer (AHHHH!!!) bag your bitch now she my private dancer (Uh Huh!) I don't understand why niggas feel like they have to Ask who the God is when you know what's the answer (Uh Huh!) Chokehold shit 'til they be callin me strangler (YEAH!) Hundred million dollar safe behind the plasma (Ok!) Proper with it 'til they spreadin propaganda (Uh huh!) and when I tick tock and we pop your man up On my Sha-Shabba Ranks, on my, Sha-Shabba Ranks Nigga, gettin, so much, money, it's like, I JUST, ROBBED A, BANK, NIGGA!!! [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Sha-Shabba Ranks, 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-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks

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