Trap And A Dream

A$AP Ferg

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Tono:
Bm Yeah, yeah
Bm Pray to the trap
Bm Pray for the trap [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Bm Send them niggas to the Hood Pope My synagogue right in the ghetto
D Off the dome, I'm killin' niggas But the pen game on a different level
Bm One trap with a big dream
Em I go hard, won't ever settle
Bm "Go in for the kill" what they taught me
F#m Boy I'm movin' that Shark Tank
Bm In this bitch like I'm Clark Kent
Bm Got a deal with the devil like y'all say
Bm It's for the love of the money, what y'all think?
Bm Fuck a wack bitch what I won't do
Em Make a bill with these vocals
G And the Pro Tools, thought I told you
Bm Pedal or metal, I try to slow down but I can't
Bm Fuckin' yo bitch and she kissin' the dick
Bm And I'm startin' to feel like I'm Tank
Bm Chasin' the commas on commas Embracing the drama that come with the fame
Bm Put that on my momma, the llama It hit ya, designer in part of your brain, so stay in ya lane
Bm Huh, yeah, I'm fuckin' your bitch in a park
Bm I bust in her mouth cause she parched
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Bm She throwin' it back with an arch
Bm You cuffin' that bitch like a narc
Bm Ooh boy I don't wanna start
Bm Two birds on my boat, I'mma start
Bm I'm kinda like Noah's Ark
Bm I am leaving this Earth with a mark
Bm I ain't got time for you marks
Bm I aim at your head like a dar
Bm He lay on the street with a chart
Em Spike on his head like he Bart I'd rather be chasin' the cream
Bm Trappin' and trappin', I never be slackin' I'm countin' a million a dream [Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Bm F#m Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Em Bm I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm Em I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Bm Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm One trap and a dream, trap and a dream I wanna make a hundred million when
F#m I hit the scene [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Uh, yeah
Bm Trap and a dream, uh, Mac with the beam, yeah Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo
Bm Pull up in my hood, skrt skrt, and back to the scene, hoo
Bm In the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah
Em F#m Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood
Bm G Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood
Em Pussy niggas snitchin', got the feds in my hood
Bm It's like all the real niggas really dead in my hood
Bm I been runnin' it up, fuckin' it up, plenty
Em Hop out the spur, jump in the
Bm truck, Bentley
Bm Em Neosporin, I'm in the cut, chilly
Bm Mask on, mask off, reppin' my set, Philly
Bm F#m I got thrity-six O's, we gone put it on a roll
Em That boy silent, never told,
Bm fuckin' models out the Vogue
Bm And I rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze I called papi for the low, he gon'
Em drop it, Lord knows I got a [Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Bm F#m Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Em Bm I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm Em I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Bm Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm One trap and a dream, trap and a dream I wanna make a hundred million when
F#m I hit the scene
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Composición: Darold Ferguson, Robert Williams y Frank parra

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