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Ferno is a comune (municipality) in the Province of Varese in the Italian region Lombardy, located about 40 km (25 mi) northwest of Milan and about 35 km (22 mi) south of Varese. As of 31 December 2017, it had a population of 6,858 and an area of 8.5 km2 (3.3 sq mi).The municipality of Ferno contains the frazione (subdivision) San Macario. Ferno borders the following municipalities: Lonate Pozzolo, Samarate, Somma Lombardo, Vizzola Ticino. It is served by Ferno-Lonate Pozzolo railway station. Volare Group SpA once had its head office in Area Tecnica Sud of Terminal 1 of Milan Malpensa Airport in Ferno. more »

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I've been on the road
I've been tryna make my own
Flipping packs and stacking bricks
Yeah I'm just tryna build a home
I ain't tryna hear from no neighbors, no neighbors
Talking bout a crib that got acres on acres
Swear I been on go
Trust my allies, watch my foes
Dodging all the sneaky hoes
Know they trifle for the gold
They only really on me for the paper, the paper
Don't mind the fakers or haters, they rate us
Brick by brick
I be laying it
Flipping this bits
And stacking up pink strips
Tryna build a crib
For me and all my jits
Cop a car and a crib
For my moms out in the sticks
Hits after hits
I be killing it
10 years in this bitch
It's bout time they heard my shit
Can't count how many times I slipped and I felt to quit
Best cease and desist
Ain't no way you gon' resist
Cuz we cooking in the kitchen it's not bistro
You gon want more when you get a bit
Like where's the big bowl
Yeah I'm tryna party like I'm sisqo
Hella thong-tho-tho-thongs in the swimming pool
I've been on the road
I've been tryna make my own
Flipping packs and stacking bricks
Yeah I'm just tryna build a home
I ain't tryna hear from no neighbors, no neighbors
Talking bout a crib that got acres on acres
Swear I been on go
Trust my allies, watch my foes
Dodging all the sneaky hoes
Know they trifle for the gold
They only really on me for the paper, the paper
Don't mind the fakers or haters, they rate us
See I'm tryna open up some doors
And see the Mediterranean Sea
Got my crew with me, we feeling full
We really eat
Rolling ocean grown
Yeah my drink I'll have that neat
Dressing gown on me
Don't kill my vibe don't even speak
Haters steady hoping that my future looking bleak
With them Farfetch'd thoughts
I might just hit you with a leek
I'm a breed of my own and I am not going extinct
Ain't a damn thing you could say to make me change the way I think
Lil fucker really think that he can push me to the brink
I can see you drowning and you think I'm gonna choose to sink
I'm SPRME I destined for better things f*ck you mean
When we gon get to the peak we gon enjoy the fucking scene
I've been on the road
I've been tryna make my own
Flipping packs and stacking bricks
Yeah I'm just tryna build a home
I ain't tryna hear from no neighbors, no neighbors
Talking bout a crib that got acres on acres
Swear I been on go
Trust my allies, watch my foes
Dodging all the sneaky hoes
Know they trifle for the gold
They only really on me for the paper, the paper
Don't mind the fakers or haters, they rate us

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