part i
808 mafia
fuck around parked the ‘vette and didn’t even get back in it
atl jacob atl jacob
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redbone bitch yeah like hitech yeah
how do i dress yeah like my flesh yeah
soon as i roll up put my doors up
go’n head pour up rolled a few o’s up let’s go
four by four that tall shit let’s go
i jumped in a spider with a tall bitch let’s go
i told ’em we good out in baghdad let’s go
i’m frank lucas and mad max let’s go
i’m high from yesterday
put ’em on bean yeah put ’em on all the schemes yeah
put ’em on lean yeah they whippin’ them new machines yeah
by any means yeah we gotta clear out the scene yeah
i just took an ak to a dinner date
i just put some vvs in a richard face
and the presidential is a daydate
hit ’em with that chopper first ray j
i’m a wellknown nuisance and my bitch bad
pop one perc’ then you lean like kickstand
skeleton ap that’s a wristband
all these niggas shaky might as well dance
i don’t trust him we gon’ dust him that’s on taliban
big foreign truck it’s lift up like an avalanche
i’ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
i got so many white bitches ku klux klan
i come with the pharmacy come with the yopper no harmin’ me no no
put a lil’ hit on your head they comin’ to get you they slicin’ your throat
put a lil’ bitch in the bed we goin’ digital wipin’ her nose
moh money over hoes
i got that h in front of the lil’ boat
got dog food and it’s for the low
i’m with thoroughbred standin’ at the store
in expensive threads head to the floor
i know they talkin’ shit ’cause they some hoes
you know them fn bullets go through doors
part ii
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homicide for the brodie
you beat a body get a rollie
we don’t entertain no police
i’m certified with my dodie
they would catch hell ’bout woadie
got a bigger scale for the dodie
i done met friends in dolce
we done met up and chopped it up on some cool shit uh
only time my slime talk murder’s on the cruise ships uh
got that cutter and it’s longer than a pool stick uh
straight face no dates i’m a heavyweight
i ain’t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
ready to take it off your shoulder frustration and anger
yeah they get it don’t approach us fuck bein’ famous
long as i got my
let’s go
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these bullets they be goin’ through doors
drop low get down on the floor
young nigga they gon’ ‘head and wipe your nose
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Artist: Future
Year: 2019
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 318