letra de really i'm trim* - future
lyrics from snippet
[intro: future]
yeah, yeah
pluto, uh-huh
yeah
sound like some mixtape sh-t, for real
[verse 1: future]
the marni never here, the hills like eighty
i’m rockin’ baguettes, you n-ggas is petty
you b-tches is petty, i’m coming through ready
i come with machetes, i’m cuttin’ sh-t up
i feel the betrayal, i’m ready to lay on ’em
ready to spray on ’em, f-ck on yo’ ho’ (i f-ck)
i’m pushin’ this stick, got a star on the door
i got one of those, my b-tch, she be calmer
she feelin’ my presence, i put on a presi’
she rockin’ baguettes, she f-ckin’ with me
she rockin’ new kelly, i put on the jetty
i’m good on the fetti, my cash is steady
i get it geeked, it ain’t nun to be said
these n-ggas be goofy, they look like the feds
i cut the fetti and we still and went got it
just looked at bugattis, i’m goin’ too crazy
walkin’ with designer, i gotta be honest
i’m walkin’ with designer, i gotta be honest
i’m keepin’ it a thousand, it’s over a hundred
i got this sh-t buggin’, i turn this sh-t back up
i been on that demon time, ready to roll
just fly on that china jet, put on yo’ nose
i don’t need no styler, i’m fresh outta vogue
i bought a new mansion, it’s just for the clothes
break up a four, it’s nun to explain
chrome heart accessory, end of the splain
call when you ready, ain’t never explain
how i boss b-tches up, ain’t have to explain
cappin’ these down, you will never be claimed
trap with a rapper, she promise some game
i’m on some king sh-t, n-gga too lame
really i’m trim, just bought me a plane (i’m trim)
[chorus: future]
i bossed her up, she better not do no cap sh-t (really i’m trim)
i’m a real one, i can’t never be on no rap sh-t (really i’m trim)
on colorado shopping, goin’ to aspen (really i’m trim)
i’m the richest n-gga in my hood, it ain’t no bappin’ (really i’m trim)
i bossed her up, she better not do no cap sh-t (really i’m trim)
i’m a real one, i can’t never be on no rap sh-t (really i’m trim)
on colorado shopping, goin’ to aspen (really i’m trim)
i’m the richest n-gga in my hood, it ain’t no bappin’ (really i’m trim)
[verse 2: playboi carti & future]
(really i’m trim)
got a ho’ in the backseat, all with a toque in the bed (really i’m trim)
put a m in a rolls-royce truck and the glass all black (really i’m trim)
switchin’ my mags, catch a opp, mad max (really i’m trim)
uh, percocet, expensive cash, i cannot relax (really i’m trim)
we just grabbed this ho’ in the legs and got it to the side (really i’m trim)
uh, g6 got a n-gga wildin’, moving like a wreck (really i’m trim)
the opps got a wall with my face on, treat ’em like pets (really i’m trim)
i stay with a blunt all the time, my life is a mess (really i’m trim)
(really i’m trim)
uh, she’s in her prime, she hopped on the jet with the best (really i’m trim)
(really i’m trim)
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