A$AP Ferg - Shabba (Remix) lyrics

[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$AP MOB Do the job, fly the flag Lawd ah mercy, people [Verse 1: Shabba Ranks] Say my name a likkle louder Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd yah Say it 3 times if a me unu proud of SHABBA ! SHABBA ! SHABBA ! Oh man, say it a likkle louder Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd yah Say it 3 times if a me unu prouf of SHABBA ! SHABBA ! SHABBA ! Hey, holla out mi name, jump to mi name Call out mi name, bawl out mi name Nah stop until it reach hall of fame Say yuh body waan Shabba know de same People, holla out mi name, shout to mi name Call out mi name, bawl out mi name Nah stop until it reach hall of fame Anytime mi sweat, mi sweat flame Ah me dem in need of, true crowd pleaser Turn non-believer, inna believer Come crowd a people follow di procedure Mi no rocking but "follow the leader" Head ago jump off a fool dem shoulder Chop off dem head with mi cleaver From Jamaica right back to Geneva Shabba Ranking ah true crowd pleaser [Hook: A$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 Sha-Shabba Ranks Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Two bad b**hes like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Who that stocky n***a with the grills? (Trap Lord you're so trill) I could get a new Bugatti but a n***a rather chill Rather sit up on the block and stack it 'till I get a mill What about them old b**hes that wouldn't give me feel? Now they want a n***a gushy cause a n***a got a deal Rather double up and strap and hit a booty in brazil (I hit with the gun when sh** get so real) Two bad b**hes in my vehicle Yellow hood rats like Pikachu Hit it from the back got me screaming like Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah like Yeezus do Bringing rappers from the dead like Jesus do Can't call them bone thugs cause they eating dude I busta rhyme and flipmode, speak the flu n***a Ya Ya Ya eat ya crew bu*ter pecan, Puerto Rican, be freakin' and peekin' A hood pope get good throat, I'm skeetin' the sheets She feelin' my team, I asked her if she feelin' The Weeknd Cause a n***a like she ?? "Hey wah yuh singing ? Imma get the bread while I'm breathin' I'm the rookie of the year and you better believe it I be barkin' like at you like a [?] collision Like a pedigree [?] [Verse 3: Migos] [Offset] Me another plug got a quick trip Young n***a had to make that money backflip I'm choppin' with accuracy Gold on my toilet like Master P Lil' mama, she drunk off a daiquiri [Quavo] Shabba Ranks my pinky finger, please You mad cause you workin' at Mickey D's [Offset] Yo n***a, I'm flexin' like Hercules [Quavo] You can take her to the movie and go watch a film A$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 j**eler, 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 chips and I dip [?] my fingers, we fillin' arenas I flip up the Hannah Montana ?? I feel like that Keyshia Ka'oir, that double AK-47's, they aim at your lip [?] Givenchy, this sh** is ridiculous! [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] Look, n***a, get it straight, you could never f** with my clique, boy Aww sh**, quick, hit you with the drop kick jaw Bone break, you can see the way the clock tick, tock, tick Funny all these n***as stop, b**h boy Bust' Rhymes back up in the co*kpit, spit toxic, always givin' n***as hot sh**, boy n***as see me shinin' 'til he's 6-6-6 Any b**h really want Islam dick, boy So much j**elry, n***a lookin' priceless out here A lot of rappin' n***as lookin' lifeless out here k** 'em 'til they say a n***a triflin' out here And you can let 'em talk, you know who the nicest out here Vroom, vroom, vroom! Bite dust p**y Better get more when yu heard de shot buss, p**y Every time I come here, know I body n***as fully Godfather with it while I murder little rookie And I'm bigger than your shorty though her p**y kinda bushy f**in' on the low, Versace logo on the hoodie Airhorn blow, my n***a, bwam bwam bwam Let it go, you already know what's really goodie k**in' sh** like I'm some kind of cancer Bag your b**h, now she my private dancer I don't understand why n***as feel like they have to ask who the god is When you know what's the answer Chokehold sh** '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***a, gettin' so much money It's like I just robbed a bank, n***a [Hook: A$AP Ferg]