A$AP Ferg(Remix) - Shabba(feat. Shabba Ranks, Busta Rhymes & Migos) [Prod. by Snugsworth] | Текст песни

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• A$AP Ferg(Remix)
• Shabba(feat. Shabba Ranks, Busta Rhymes & Migos) [Prod. by Snugsworth]

[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 yah
Say it 3 times if a me unu proud of
SHABBA! SHABBA! SHABBA!
Oh man, say it a likkle louder
Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd yah
Say it 3 times if a me unu prouf of
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
Say yuh body waan Shabba know de same
People, holla out mi name, shout to mi name
Call out mi name, bawl out mi name
Nah stop until it reach hall of fame
Anytime mi sweat, mi sweat 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 ago jump off a fool dem shoulder
Chop off dem head with mi cleaver
From Jamaica right back to Geneva
Shabba Ranking ah true crowd pleaser

[Hook: 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 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 'till I get a mill
What about them old bitches that wouldn't give me feel?
Now they want a nigga 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 me screaming like
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah 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
Nigga Ya Ya Ya 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'
Imma 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 im very collegiate!
Like a pedigree [?]

[Verse 3: Migos]
[Quavo]
Meetin' up the plug at a QuikTrip
Young nigga had to make that moneyback 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 nigga, I'm flexin' like Hercules
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

[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 [?] might extended my clip
If I see the police, grab my [?] and I dip
[?] 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, Givanchy, this shit is ridiculous
SHABBA!

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Look, nigga, get it straight, you could never fuck with my clique, boy
Aww shit, quick, hit you with the drop kick jaw
Bone break, you can see the way the clock tick, tock, tick
Funny all these niggas stop, bitch boy
Bust' Rhymes back up in the cockpit, spit toxic, always givin' niggas hot shit, boy
Niggas see me shinin' 'til he&a