Shabba REMIX (Explicit) - A$AP Ferg/Shabba Ranks/Migos/Busta Rhymes

Lyrics by：Darold Brown/Curtis Samuel/Matthew Washington/Rakim Mayers/Rexton Gordon/Trevor Smith/Quavious Marshall/Kiari Cephus/Kirsnik Ball/Herschel Gordon Lewis

Composed by：Darold Brown/Curtis Samuel/Matthew Washington/Rakim Mayers/Rexton Gordon/Trevor Smith/Quavious Marshall/Kiari Cephus/Kirsnik Ball/Herschel Gordon Lewis

Produced by：Snugsworth

Shabba him deh yah yeah first

S and a H and a A double-B and a A R-A-N-K-S

Always the best aap mob

Always do the job fly the flag

Yeah fly the flag

Lawd ah mercy lawd ah mercy people

Say my name a likkle louder yah

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 yeah

Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd ah

Say it 3 times if a me unu proud ah

Shabba sha-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 shabba

Seh yuh body waan shabba know de same work

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 sha

From Jamaica right back to geneva geneva

Shabba ranking ah true crowd pleaser

Sha-shabba ranks act work

Sha-sha-shabba ranks aap mob

Eight gold rings like I'm

Sha-shabba ranks shabba

Four gold chains like I'm

Sha-shabba ranks yeah

One gold tooth like I'm

Juh juh juh ah

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 'til I get a mill'

What about them old b***hes

Who ain't wanna give me feel

Now they want a make it gucci

'Cause a n***a got a deal

Rather double up and strap and hit a booty in Brazil

I hit punta cana when s**t gets so real

Alright

Two bad b***hes in my vehicle

Yellow hood rats like pikachu yeah

Hit it from the back got 'em screaming like

Ahh like yeezus do alright

Bringing rappers from the dead like Jesus do

Can't call them bone thugs 'cause they eating dude yeah

I bust-a-rhyme and flip-mode speak the flu

N***a ya ya ya eat ya crew

Butter 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***a like she give

Head while you're singin' hmm

I'ma get the bread while I'm breathin'

I'm the rookie of the year

And you better believe it yeah

I be barkin' like a que like I'm very collegiate

Juh juh juh

Like I'm pedigree eatin'

Meetin' up the plug at a quiktrip quiktrip

Young n***a had to make that money back flip prr

I'm trappin' with accuracy accuracy

Gold on my toilet like master P shine

Lil' mama she drunk off a daiquiri ah

Shabba ranks my pinky finger please shabba

You mad 'cause you workin' at mickey D's jah

Young n***a I'm flexin' like hercules flex flex

You can take her to the movie

And go watch a film watch a film

Aap ferg front me a pelican

Lean lean lean that's my medicine

Quavo old money sega genesis

Takeoff got ten gold rings bling bling bling bling

For tryna take my rings gun go bang pwf

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

If I see the police grab my chips and I dip

Snapping my fingers we fillin' arenas shabba

I flip up the hannah montana in real rawf

I feel like that keyshia ka'oir

That double ak-47's they aim at your lip

Versace givenchy this s**t is ridiculous

Shabba

Look n***a get it straight

You could never f**k with my clique boy

Aww s**t quick hit you with the dropkick jaw ah

Bone break you can see the way the clock tick tock tick

Funny all these n***as stop b***h boy ah

Bust' rhymes back up in the cockpit spit toxic

Always givin' n***as hot s**t boy juh

N***as see me shinin' 'til he's sick sick sick

Any b***h really want islam dick boy

So much jewelry n***a lookin' priceless out here

A lot of rappin' n***as lookin' lifeless out here

Kill '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 low when you hear de shot buss p***y

Every time I come here know I body n***as fully huh

Godfather with it while I murder little rookie

And I'm bigger than your shorty

Though her p***y kinda bushy oh oh

F**kin' on the low versace logo on the hoodie yes

Airhorn blow my n***a bwam bwam bwam

Let it go you already know

What's really goodie goodie goodie

Killin' s**t 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 s**t 'til they be callin' me strangler yeah

Hundred million dollars safe behind the plasma

Okey

Proper with it 'til he spread the propaganda

And when I tec talk can we pop your man up

On my sha-shabba ranks oh on my sha-shabba ranks n***a

Gettin' so much money it's like I just robbed a bank n***a

Sha-shabba ranks sha-sha-shabba ranks ah

Eight gold rings like I'm sha-shabba ranks yeh

Four gold chains like I'm sha-shabba ranks ah

One gold tooth like I'm sha-shabba ranks juh-juh

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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 sha-shabba ranks

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