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Future
Future
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Paroles/Composition
Terrell McNeal
Terrell McNeal
Paroles/Composition
Lionel Nealy
Lionel Nealy
Paroles/Composition
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
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TM88
TM88
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Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
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Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
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MP808
MP808
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Yeah I told 'em I told 'em if it's a problem, say it's a problem I told you off the top that I was solid I told you we get money by the pillow I told you half of these niggas with me win now My left and right hand Robert Horry Most my niggas pop Xans unemployed I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids I tried to tell you when I came, it was God Washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them 20 different strippers, money double, triple Started off slizzered, they callin' me The Wizard Valet got that Porsche, Casino got that Porsche Killers all I know, fill 'em up with the dough You know I'm on that syrup, about to send the word Do niggas really argue? Who gon' shoot you first Fatface wanna do you, Blade wanna do you This bitch from Guyana, layin' low with that hammer Try not to fuck her on camera I pray that my young nigga don't kill you on camera You come too close, nigga, I'ma have to kill you on camera I hate to discuss it If Bubba don't trust you, nigga, you know I don't trust you My left and right hand Robert Horry Most my niggas pop Xans unemployed I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids I tried to tell you when I came, it was God Washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them Heater on your side, it's a hundred percent chance Some of these people by my side is straight up out the can We come from the bottom, upper echelon I came here to serve you, need some cash on delivery I just hope she washed her mouth out before you kiss her My downtown bitch said, "Did you heard me?" I think she stays five minutes from Bourbon I had an Arizona plug, used to serve me I throwed that money in the bag 'cause it was dirty He got that chopper on him now and he hurtin' I know he 'bout to let it go and that's for certain I know he 'bout to let it go and that's for sure My left and right hand Robert Horry Most my niggas pop Xans unemployed I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids I tried to tell you when I came, it was God (I tried to tell you) Washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them Told 'em if it's a problem, say it's a problem I told you off the top that I was solid I told you we get money, by the pillow I told you half of these niggas with me win now My left and right hand Robert Horry My left and right hand Robert Horry Most my niggas pop Xans unemployed I tried to tell you when I came, it was God
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Byron Simmons, Lionel Evan Nealy Jr., Terrell Mcneal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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