Letra de Phantom of the Opera - Ferragamo Da Great

(Feat. Pekeño 77, Rojas On The Beat, Big Hunnitband)

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

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