Letra Phantom of the Opera - Ferragamo Da Great
Yah, yah ()
Ayy, Rojas, where you at shorty?
T-T-Tenox make the money rain
If we play, we spend this block just like a pop-up
I'm in the Ghost like it's the phantom of the opera (Yah, yah, yah)
No marching bands, but I put drums up in this choppa
And a lot guns sound like my name was Waka Flocka (Flocka, Flocka)
In Florida, I be hanging with the rastas
You know them both retired and I be hanging with the
He has is mob ties, black mob here to mob
Boy, I'm out in Florida, I'll be hanging with the trappers
Like I got on ice skates, I be sliding 'round in traffic
Gotta keep one up inside my semi-automatic
You softer than a Kirby, nigga, you don't want no static
I just took an Addy now I'm up just like an attic (Haha)
Fuck your lil' bro, whatever you with, you know I'm back in
I just stuffed hundred of them backends in the mattress
Every time they plunk 'em, I'ma peel 'em like a cactus
Get ahead with the static, flip 'em, fold 'em, acrobatic
We been makin' bowls, gettin' bands, and countin' backends
I wanna and a MAC-10
Yeah, I'm trappin' hard like every day, I need my backend
I'm waitin' for this beat to drop and then I'm snappin', let's go
Run it up, run it up, run it up 'til I can't feel my legs no more
Now I'm gon' double up, triple up, flip it up
Then I gon' go ahead and grab some more, let's go
Run it up, run it up, run it up 'til I can't feel my legs no more
Now I'm gon' double up, triple up, flip it up
Then I gon' go ahead and grab some more
Y con todos mis ñeri' le pegamo' siempre pa'l perro (Brr)
Ya tú sabe' cómo e', cuando yo tiro no le erro (Yah, yah)
Toa' estas puta' quieren verme como soy, un testaferro
Y ya tú sabe' quién es quién, Peke 77, mami, va pa' allá
Y para los que se hablan de má'
Ya tú sabe' lo que hay, solamente su humilda'
Desde Monte' 'e Solymar le metemo', wow
Y lo' gile' que me tiran en breve' se van pa' allá
¿Cómo e'? ¿Cómo va? Mami, ya sabé'
Acá lo que hay es un respeto y el Pekeño, sí señor, te va pa' allá
Y si venis te va' a morir, eso es acá, oh-ah
Con la .9, if you run up, you gon' die, brra
If we play, we spend this block just like a pop-up
I'm in the Ghost like it's the phantom of the opera (Yah, yah, yah)
No marching bands, but I put drums up in this choppa
And a lot guns sound like my name was Waka Flocka (Flocka, Flocka)
In Florida, I be hanging with the rastas
You know them both retired and I be hanging with the
He has is mob ties, black mob here to mob
Boy, I'm out in Florida, I'll be hanging with the trappers
Ayy, Rojas, where you at shorty?
T-T-Tenox make the money rain
If we play, we spend this block just like a pop-up
I'm in the Ghost like it's the phantom of the opera (Yah, yah, yah)
No marching bands, but I put drums up in this choppa
And a lot guns sound like my name was Waka Flocka (Flocka, Flocka)
In Florida, I be hanging with the rastas
You know them both retired and I be hanging with the
He has is mob ties, black mob here to mob
Boy, I'm out in Florida, I'll be hanging with the trappers
Like I got on ice skates, I be sliding 'round in traffic
Gotta keep one up inside my semi-automatic
You softer than a Kirby, nigga, you don't want no static
I just took an Addy now I'm up just like an attic (Haha)
Fuck your lil' bro, whatever you with, you know I'm back in
I just stuffed hundred of them backends in the mattress
Every time they plunk 'em, I'ma peel 'em like a cactus
Get ahead with the static, flip 'em, fold 'em, acrobatic
We been makin' bowls, gettin' bands, and countin' backends
I wanna and a MAC-10
Yeah, I'm trappin' hard like every day, I need my backend
I'm waitin' for this beat to drop and then I'm snappin', let's go
Run it up, run it up, run it up 'til I can't feel my legs no more
Now I'm gon' double up, triple up, flip it up
Then I gon' go ahead and grab some more, let's go
Run it up, run it up, run it up 'til I can't feel my legs no more
Now I'm gon' double up, triple up, flip it up
Then I gon' go ahead and grab some more
Y con todos mis ñeri' le pegamo' siempre pa'l perro (Brr)
Ya tú sabe' cómo e', cuando yo tiro no le erro (Yah, yah)
Toa' estas puta' quieren verme como soy, un testaferro
Y ya tú sabe' quién es quién, Peke 77, mami, va pa' allá
Y para los que se hablan de má'
Ya tú sabe' lo que hay, solamente su humilda'
Desde Monte' 'e Solymar le metemo', wow
Y lo' gile' que me tiran en breve' se van pa' allá
¿Cómo e'? ¿Cómo va? Mami, ya sabé'
Acá lo que hay es un respeto y el Pekeño, sí señor, te va pa' allá
Y si venis te va' a morir, eso es acá, oh-ah
Con la .9, if you run up, you gon' die, brra
If we play, we spend this block just like a pop-up
I'm in the Ghost like it's the phantom of the opera (Yah, yah, yah)
No marching bands, but I put drums up in this choppa
And a lot guns sound like my name was Waka Flocka (Flocka, Flocka)
In Florida, I be hanging with the rastas
You know them both retired and I be hanging with the
He has is mob ties, black mob here to mob
Boy, I'm out in Florida, I'll be hanging with the trappers
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