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letra de neglected* - future & young thug

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[intro: future]
i popped a pill without much skress
i got rich with no direction
i’m doin’ way to much flexin’
(wheezy beats)

[chorus: future & young thug]
i popped a pill, but i ain’t skressin’ (popped a pill, but it ain’t stressin’)
cause i got rich with no direction (got rich, yeah-i-ey)
and i been doin’ way to much flexin’ (way to much flexin’)
and then my daddy feel neglected (daddy feel neglected)
feelin’ like dynamite, this preachin’ don’t be runnin’ to my head
f-ck the tsa, then board the jet with the lead on it
i copped a brand new wraith, it ain’t come with a head on it
and i had to drop the case, ’cause i had to much cash on me

[verse 1: young thug]
i ain’t even gonna’ lie, i’m doin’ a little stressin’
i spent me a milly on a jetin
i’ma go and shoot, i ain’t doin’ no tusslin’
i ain’t even gonna’ lie, i ‘ont got a little arrested, ey
we plant the seeds like it’s -ssessment
baby you should see all my accessories
i use [?] like the dressers
then they play me the ball, and i went fleshin’
ever since then, i ain’t stoppin’
poppin’ purses, jesus i’m a sp-ce cadet, federal gate
word to birdman, bed-stuy got like 50 boroughs, ey
mink is on my flow, look like a bear-dress, how about her name
i can put different ice on their day

[chorus: future & young thug]
i popped a pill, but i ain’t skressin’ (popped a pill, but it ain’t stressin’)
cause i got rich with no direction (cause i got rich with no direction)
and i been doin’ way to much flexin’ (i been doin’ way to much flexin”)
and then my daddy feel neglected (you made my daddy feel neglected)
feelin’ like dynamite, this preachin’ don’t be runnin’ to my head
f-ck the tsa, then board the jet with the lead on it
i copped a brand new wraith, it ain’t come with a head on it
and i had to drop the case, ’cause i had to much cash on me

[verse 2: future]
and i keep the brick fair, and my bad pocket
put it on god, i got rich like michal ansky (on god)
i’m out the gutter, but i admit i’m a little fancy (i’m a little fancy)
why you be imitating, i’m causing the gravitating (pull up)
any time i step out; aquafina water (wait)
pull up the lamborghini, like i’m in a charger (ain’t no switch)
gettin’ that fettuccine, i can’t help but spoil her
you my side hoe, but i treat you like a starter (first team)
then again i got over 50 watches in my duffer’
and i hurt to say it, ’cause my daddy still struggle
i played with skreets, then found my way, i learned to hustle
i [murded] your mamma ’bout my brother

[chorus: future & young thug]
i popped a pill, but i ain’t skressin’ (popped a pill, but it ain’t stressin’)
cause i got rich with no direction (got rich, yeah-i-ey)
and i been doin’ way to much flexin’ (way to much flexin’)
and then my daddy feel neglected (daddy feel neglected)
feelin’ like dynamite, this preachin’ don’t be runnin’ to my head
f-ck the tsa, then board the jet with the lead on it
i copped a brand new wraith, it ain’t come with a head on it
and i had to drop the case, ’cause i had to much cash on me

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