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letra de obama - future

[intro]
yo, brrrd
gang, gang
baby jay

[chorus]
soon as i trap out, i go hit the dealer
soon as i sellout, i go hit the jeweler
you know i hit it, she draped in designer
if i get a call from mich-lle obama
f-ckin’ this cougar, same age as my momma
f-ck all that bullsh-t, go f-ck on cierra
seven six duse when it come out the barrel
i took a shot at your wifey, [?]

[verse 1]
reach for the chain, yo’ lil brother gon’ die
cartier ventures sittin’ over my eye
i f-ck this r&b chick on the side
ain’t droppin’ names, i might hit her at nine
you know i hit it, she rockin’ dеsigner
high definitions with no limit diamonds
f-ck the b-tch, gavе her to adrian bonner
money and power came off of the corner
load up the stick, i got blood on my diamonds
i get to p-ssin’ on dolce gabbana
give me three minutes i’m movin’ them [?]
ride with them bricks, put the work in the honda
go cop the lamb’, i just jug alabama
stressin’ the [?] and ain’t got no manners
richer than ice cream, too hard too handle
i get this n-gga stuck up in the slammer
[chorus]
soon as i trap out, i go hit the dealer
soon as i sellout, i go hit the jeweler
you know i hit it, she draped in designer
if i get a call from mich-lle obama
f-ckin’ this cougar, same age as my momma
f-ck all that bullsh-t, go f-ck on cierra
seven six duse when it come out the barrel
i took a shot at your wifey, [?]

[verse 2]
[?] your ice, this sh-t white as madonna
dog the b-tch out, now she [?]
scotty the shot, hit your wife in the sprinter
b-tch suck me for lunch and ate me for dinner
f-ck the security, i fit down the pistol
pop me a half or a thirty, then k!ll em’
i whip the rose, like it’s a chevy
my b-tch try to leave, i’m gettin’ [?]
lil honey bun on gold veneer
retired out the trap, i’m a boss for real
you gon’ be workin’ your whole career
f-ck on yo’ b-tch, made her eat up my girl
[?] n-gga, just drinkin’ on syrup
cluthin’ the drum, this the one with the [?]
diamond in ring, i can barely can hear
f-ck on a singer, she ready to get married
[chorus]
soon as i trap out, i go hit the dealer
soon as i sellout, i go hit the jeweler
you know i hit it, she draped in designer
if i get a call from mich-lle obama
f-ckin’ this cougar, same age as my momma
f-ck all that bullsh-t, go f-ck on cierra
seven six duse when it come out the barrel
i took a shot at your wifey, [?]

[outro]
baby jay

- future

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