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future - $h!t (duplicate) lyrics

[intro – future]
talkin’ ’bout ya bussin’ heads, n-gga you ain’t shot sh-t
talkin’ ’bout ya bussin’ clips, n-gga you ain’t
oh you done and got all them guns and you ain’t k!lled n0body yet?
how many times you shot that motherf-cker n-gga?
ain’t n0body popped up dead
i thought yall n-ggas murderers
sh-t

[hook – future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n-gga you ain’t bought sh-t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n-gga you ain’t popped sh-t
all you talk is banana clips, n-gga you ain’t shot sh-t
spending money on these hoes, n-gga you ain’t f-ck sh-t
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n-gga you ain’t bought sh-t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n-gga you ain’t popped sh-t
all you talk is banana clips, n-gga you ain’t shot sh-t
spending money on these hoes, n-gga you ain’t f-ck sh-t
sh-t
sh-t

[verse 1 – future]
bought the ho a hundred pair of red bottoms
that’s a quarter milli on a hand job my n-gga
brrrllll! stick ‘em
f-ck you and every n-gga came with ya
go and put a n-gga on a picture
go and put a n-gga on a t-shirt
back in the day when a n-gga sell dope
i’mma slap ya daddy out of ‘em and then put ‘em in a hole
glock 40 wooo
turn up, turn up
my ambitions as a rider
sippin’ on lean getting higher
n-gga i’m a codeine buyer
no you not a foreign whip driver
shout out to the shooters and the shooters on me
you never walk around with a lot of money
all ones fallin’ all out your pocket
when you hit ‘em in the head, can you keep it solid?
bulletproof whip, we’ll blow it up
like some raw uncut, don’t blow it up
represent your gang, n-gga throw it up
i don’t give a f-ck where you at, n-gga throw it up

[hook – future]

[verse 2 – future]
catch a n-gga slippin’ at the red light
with ya ak, let me see you shoot it
you a goon? you a goon? you a goon? you a goon?
n-gga, let me see you prove it
presidential rolly and its floodin’
love a n-gga wrist when its shinin’
hate a n-gga wrist when its blingin’
so i went and added more diamonds
hot boy n-gga, b.g
that’s the way these young n-ggas eat
drinkin’ on syrup, can’t sleep
keep it copacetic with ya partner
buster n-ggas runnin’ around with real choppers
n-gga what’s the color of them bottles? they ain’t gold
how you moving ’round with ya ho?
you ain’t even sticking to the code
pimps up, pimps up, hoes down, hoes down
a pool full of money and i’m ’bout to drown
i’mma fool on the corner with that bobby brown
b-tton up suits at the grammys
had to turn it up for the family
yes sucker-freebandz bandit

[hook – future]

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