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AURA Video (MV)




Performed By: Sif Da Low
Language: English
Length: 1:55
Written by: Karim Ragdou




Sif Da Low - AURA Lyrics
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Cold with the fit
Slay hoes with the drip
Dope to the lip
Full lungs let 'em rip
Sauce on a bitch
Just 'cause I'm the shit
Never flaunt in the midst
Pack of wolves come and get
No time for your bs
Funny you can't see that
Always lookin' mad but it's the light that my eyes can't stand
Strike a conversation I'm persuadin' you to vent
But baby I don't give a f*ck what's gotten you mad
Seems that I'm not that pretentious
Deemed as a G and I ain't from the trenches
Come from the gutta servin' a life sentence
Rope round the neck 'till I pop out my lenses
Hang in there boy swing for the fences
Hangin' with the knees weak warmin' the benches
Was tokin' on that ghetty 'till I felt senseless
Now I'm off that shit for a while still senseless
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya shimmy yay
Gimme a fifty so I can buy me an eighth
Puttin' that bag in a cone and Ima call it a day
Cuttin' the grass like a mower need less green I need pay
Muggy I'm barely awake
Sluggishly walkin' in place
Servin' yo momma the bake
Breathin' the fire like drakes
Leave me alone bitch I'm prone to go ape
Only f*ck with the real ones I'm lynchin' the snakes
Say what you want
Think what you want
But if you be squealin' then I'm on the hunt
Get my lick back karma be my slut
She do a trick when I tell her to stunt
Ain't no stunna
Ain't no gunna
No blunt burner
Still wake 'till sun up
Slice like butta
Trough crowds big shunner
F*ck out my face I don't care what you mutter
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Cold with the fit
Slay hoes with the drip
Dope to the lip
Full lungs let 'em rip
Sauce on a bitch
Just 'cause I'm the shit
Never flaunt in the midst
Pack of wolves come and get
No time for your bs
Funny you can't see that
Always lookin' mad but it's the light that my eyes can't stand
Strike a conversation I'm persuadin' you to vent
But baby I don't give a f*ck what's gotten you mad
Seems that I'm not that pretentious
Deemed as a G and I ain't from the trenches
Come from the gutta servin' a life sentence
Rope round the neck 'till I pop out my lenses
Hang in there boy swing for the fences
Hangin' with the knees weak warmin' the benches
Was tokin' on that ghetty 'till I felt senseless
Now I'm off that shit for a while still senseless
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya shimmy yay
Gimme a fifty so I can buy me an eighth
Puttin' that bag in a cone and Ima call it a day
Cuttin' the grass like a mower need less green I need pay
Muggy I'm barely awake
Sluggishly walkin' in place
Servin' yo momma the bake
Breathin' the fire like drakes
Leave me alone bitch I'm prone to go ape
Only f*ck with the real ones I'm lynchin' the snakes
Say what you want
Think what you want
But if you be squealin' then I'm on the hunt
Get my lick back karma be my slut
She do a trick when I tell her to stunt
Ain't no stunna
Ain't no gunna
No blunt burner
Still wake 'till sun up
Slice like butta
Trough crowds big shunner
F*ck out my face I don't care what you mutter
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Writer: Karim Ragdou
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