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aura farm - enphamus lyrics

[intro]
([?] straight off the boat)

[verse 1]
for a n*gga, i pulled up i8, they don’t wanna see me off that x pill
cash tucked in my hommefemme jeans, fake high n*gga throwin’ back advil
i done went goyard, i need a hermes, i’m fly, give a f*ck ’bout a standstill
bump down on a n*gga, no heartbeat, he ain’t make it to surgery, he can’t heal
went louis v timbs to the walmart, i’m strapped in this b*tch like paul blart
n*gga follow me ’round like a mall cop, keep eyin’ my jewels, i go adolf
this wasn’t no luck, i ain’t scratch off, ever laid in the grass, knocked a hat off?
if you call me fake, b*tch, add [?], i ain’t even price check ’till the tag off
wе could f*ck in the back of a maybach, this motherf*cker camе with the curtains
pulled up in some sh*t ridin’ so fast, i don’t know what it is, but it’s german
hit the road with a hunnid’*some glad bags, sh*t weigh down, it felt like a burden
city flooded with [?], i might gotta go rich, i know sherman

[break]
sherm*head b*tch, come out where i been, i couldn’t stay in the wind ’cause a fly*ass n*gga like me don’t need the air to hawk
the b*tch know when i’m on location, every time i walk in, don’t need to talk
how the f*ck can i aura farm when they come to me to get the crops?
and i’m a man of god, one day i gotta walk the same walk that jesus walked

[verse 2]
f*ck no, i can’t let a b*tch be my ball, done had all these n*ggas in court
you ain’t never drew blood, i can see it in your eyes, you ain’t never turned sh*t to a corpse
gotta get this sh*t in for the first and the third, ’cause it got a late fee on the fourth
if you see me and twin, better call 9*11, we ain’t even pull up in a porsche
[?], so i’ma go hard for the next nine months
if i don’t pop, i’ma go have a son and get back in the street, go live by the gun
don’t got a label, i do what i want, i got a b*tch but i screw who i want
ebk mean i shoot who i want, don’t know why he tried, they knew where i was
my family ain’t proud of my life, ayy, my [?] was tuna and rice cake
my cousin in college, he at m.i.t., i just hope, is he doin’ the right thing?
he worried ’bout iq score, but i’m tryna score, i been clockin’ the scoreboard
‘member back in the tenth grade, struck for a ten mill’, b*tch, i was only a soph0m*re
i didn’t really fit in that work, i was high off a perc, i was tryna get off more
how the f*ck is you street? i can’t find the receipts of the one you dropped at the costco
down bad on my d*ck, i had went got a brick, and i brought that sh*t straight to my pop door
and they say i’m the biggest, they treat me like biggie, i need them to treat me like pac though, p*ssy
[outro]
[?], this sh*t still all a dream though, n*gga, i went and got it
everything i said i’d do, n*gga, i did it
[?], p*ssy

- enphamus lyrics

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