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letra de shit remix - future

[hook: future]
talking ’bout you popping tags, n-gg- you ain’t bought sh-t
talking bout a hunned bottles, n-gg- you ain’t popped sh-t
all you talk nana clips, n-gg- you ain’t shot sh-t
spending money on these hoes, n-gg- you ain’t f-ck sh-t

[verse 1: drake]
took n-gg-s out the hood like i’m from there
so you know it’s all good when i come there
i hear you talk about your city like you run that
and i brought my tour to your city, you my son there n-gg-
but i had to come through for the remix
on my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks sh-t
and if a n-gg- say my name, he the hot sh-t
but if i say the n-gg- name, he still the hot sh-t
f-cked up, lucky i don’t feed into the gossip
n-gg-s act like they don’t know, but they should know
yeah, i just think it’s funny how they dangling the bait
but i’m the one that’s killing n-gg-s on the hooks though
and n-gg-s ain’t got a grill, still ice grill hating
i know y’all already know mike will made it
just looking at the numbers, n-gg-, i feel amazing
i call michael jordan up and mike will make it
i’m the young rap n-gg- with the ‘melo deal
you need to come to ovo for a better deal
just know a million ain’t sh-t once you get a mill
and n-gg-s say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel
n-gg- nah, f-ck that, this year i’m talking big stuff
rolling through the city like a young n-gg- bricked up
f-ck n-gg-s gon’ be f-ck n-gg-s
that’s why we never give a f-ck when a f-ck n-gg- switched up

[verse 2: juicy j]
if money talk then your pockets ain’t saying sh-t
i’m in the bathroom getting head from your b-tch
and i ain’t paying her sh-t
you want beef? you don’t know who you playing with
i tell my pilot to land the jet
i’m hopping off, get ’em, we popping off
give a click and you n-gg-s dead where you standing at
i’m just a trippy n-gg- smoking on cabbage
your money funny like jim carrey
i got b-tches that’s super bad like halle
and we still keeping that white like barry
i’m a rich n-gg-, still keep a pistol with me
n-gg- you ain’t f-ckin’ with a picture of me
i got all this cake and shooters with me
just in case you p-ssy n-gg-s try to get you a piece
what it is my n-gg-, what is hidden for
where the car you were whippin in the video
where is the ice at, where is them pretty hoes
you are far from a real n-gg-, you already know
broke -ss n-gg-s i can’t stand them
i hit ’em with the cannon
i buying out the mall at random
juicy j that n-gg- is fresh to death
smoke till there is nothing left
bail off and then i’m ghost in my phantom

- future

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