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future - my collection lyrics

[intro]
i’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
if we never speak again, i’m just glad i got to tell you truth
ain’t playin’ count em’
you wanna come to paradise?
matter of fact, you wanna come to pluto?
haha

[verse 1]
she told me she was an angel
she f-cked two rappers and three singers
she got a few athletes on speed dial
i’m tryna get the case dismissed before i see trial
and these codeine habits ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
no this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
i used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
all these cameras on, f-ckin’ with my mood, wild
and these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
they know d-mn well this wasn’t promised
i know d-mn well this must be karma
left every pair of margielas at the condo
technically i never packed up and leave
left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
and i got this bad ting at disposal
i cooked it up and then i went global
my baby mama push a range rover
had to make sure i got it fully loaded
can’t be the one and then you get exposed
if you the one, then god will let me know
but at the same time, i like to vibe with one
i’m paranoid, i gotta ride with one
and i had to ‘splain to her last night
had to send this one freak on the last flight
had to send this one freak on the last flight

[chorus]
won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
before i tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
any time i got you, girl you my possession
even if i hit you once, you part of my collection
even if i hit you once, you part of my collection
even if i hit you once, you part of my collection

[verse 2]
standin’ on black sox, meet me at the yacht dock
icin’ out the clock, watch, b-tches on my c-ck
yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
we get in our feelings, yeah
i don’t know how you would feel about if i ain’t have millions, yeah
i’m conversin’ with you, i hope you hear me, yeah
keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
and h-ll no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
but even if it was, sh-t i got it
pinstripes on a hardtop bugatti
she told me she was an angel
she f-cked two rappers and three singers
i’ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
i got this jawn, she know what to do with me
and right now i don’t know what to do with you
i don’t wanna sound like i’m bein’ rude with you
she caught a red eye, leavin’ l.a
i shoulda gave her to the valet
and i had to tell her ’bout miami
after she came with no panty

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