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future - i got yo bitch lyrics

dude:
f-ck you then god d-mn b-tch i don’t need you
mother f-cker, you ain’t sh-t!

b-tch:
baby just calm down calm down
i’ma call you back in 30 minutes ok

dude:
30 minutes? please come back
please baby baby please please baby come back
i’ll be over there in 5 minutes
why you keep f-cking on that n-gga? i love you gurl god d-mn it!

[hook]

a quarter million worth of ice i got yo b-tch with me n-gga
whole brick around my wrist i got yo b-tch with me n-gga
when i smash off in that coupé i got yo b-tch with me n-gga
im throwing money out the roof i got yo b-tch with me n-gga
i got yo b-tch, i got yo b-tch with me n-gga
i got yo b-tch, i got yo b-tch with me n-gga
i got yo b-tch, i got yo b-tch with me n-gga
i got yo b-tch, i got yo b-tch with me n-gga

verse 1 [future]

jury got me high, i don’t wanna come down
i’m fresh like a dope boy smoking out a pound
these shots cause a racket
got designer on my back
got them goons in the front
i make a hunned k a month
i’m a young boss n-gga and i gotta prove a point
i’m kicking sh-t with yo b-tch backstage smoking joints
louie v around my waist, im an a1 maniac
i got the city on my back
i got your city on my back
i got these b-tches on my back
they on the stage doing a tootsie roll
i controlled all my hoes, no remote control
she had your heart inside her panties and she let it go
i’m leaving out the club and i’m like “let it go”

[hook]

verse 2 [rocko]

if your b-tch pop up on my radar then i’ma f-ck her
they be like “rocko? man, i hate that little f-cker”
better move her to augusta if you love her
i f-ck on the counter not under the cover
d-mn babe we low key we undercover
she could stand low wit you my n-gga oh i love her
i f-ck her in the runner i don’t need incidentals
only no deposit i could f-ck her in the closet
pull off exhausted can’t believe you sproused it
i f-ck her on the house my n-gga how you house that
i let you n-ggas lay up, i just slam
if you don’t give a f-ck i don’t give a d-mn

[hook]

verse 3 [future]

i’m lit up like a stadium
balling on gymnasium
we’re smashing in the coupe
i got your b-tch im about to play with her
jimmy choo gon stay on her
another b-tch gon lay on her
quarter million worth of diamond yeh you know im cold as f-ck
im fly as f-ck you know it up you little dots dont make enough
go to gucci buy it up a gram of kush i roll it up
my purple cup dirtier than her i like it when they steady
and i love my drank muddy
do the dash with my buddies throwing money out the roof
it ain’t up for discussion and i can scoop her when i want to
i can hit her when i want to
future hotter than sauna
driving fast like daytona
with your b-tch turn the corner we at the w i’m putting it on

[hook]

done by lucas b

- future lyrics

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