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future – guap on me lyrics

[hook]
they hopin’ we live young and die fast
they feel we take over the game
feel we take over the game

[verse 1]
i bought her dior and poodles
i put the shrimp in the noodles
i gave you love like a guru
i seen the whale in the wave
we laugh at you n-ggas and f-ck your b-tches
we don’t know how to behave
we been so viciously trained
i’ve seen the gift in the game and the curse
i watch that p-ssy get wet in a ‘vert
we can flow through the hood like you drivin’ a he-rs-
all this sh-t peaches and cream
i ride the b with the wings
put a few of them b’s in the ring
you deserve to get treated like a queen
don’t let this sh-t go to your head
don’t let the d-ck go to your head
sippin’ purp, i don’t f-ck with the red
she want t-tties? i bought her some br–sts
i pray it don’t go to your head
i pray it don’t go to your head
can’t forget about my b-tch on the side
i tell uber to give her a ride
popped the cruiser, i’m back in the skies
maneuver the streets with my guys
the money didn’t come in disguise
they thought it all came overnight
i flood out my neck with some diamonds
i gotta thank god for this life
too many malicious suspicious b-tches
got a h-ll of a vision, i need some ritalin
got that kush in my cataracts, ask my dentist
i got them golds and the permanent, yeah

[hook]
whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
don’t hold your nuts on me, don’t hold your nuts on me
got a whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
that b-tch gon’ f-ck for free, that b-tch gon’ f-ck for free
whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
don’t hold your nuts on me, don’t hold your nuts on me
got a whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
that b-tch gon’ f-ck for free, that b-tch gon’ f-ck for free

[verse 2]
she know the culture
she know i’m flier than a poster
she know i ride with the toaster
i have a work on my line with them boulders
i’m makin’ my quota
i sip out the soda
i trip off the soda
i live for the dodie
get worshipped like moses
heavenly sent from the crew are my n-ggas
i’m liftin’ my n-ggas, i love the young n-ggas
wrote on your sneakers young n-gga
servin’ illegal my n-gga
duckin’ them people my n-gga
smokin’ my reefer my n-gga
we get to grindin’ and makin’ these moves on these n-ggas
nothin’ to prove to these n-ggas
just schoolin’ these n-ggas, we tutor these n-ggas
f-ck on that b-tch and her friend like there’s two of me n-gga
they thick and they bi, got me two on me n-gga
the tool on me n-gga
they suckin’ me that mean they chewin’ me n-gga
i put them bezels in jesus face
got this yellow b-tch look just like lisa ray
hatin’ on me and i go and f-ck lisa ray
you n-ggas always wanna imitate
take your b-tches out on dinner dates
i get some head on the interstate, ay

- future lyrics

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