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future - obama (original) lyrics

[intro]
yo, brrd
gang, gang
baby jay

[chorus]
soon as i trap out, i go hit the dealer
soon as i sell out, i go hit the jeweller
you know i hit it, she draped in designer
if i get a call from mich+lle obama
f+ckin’ a cougar, same age as my momma
f+ck all that bullsh+t, go f+ck on cierra
seven+six deuce when it come out the barrel
i took a shot at your wife, halle berry

[verse 1]
reach for the chain, yo’ lil brother gon’ die
cartier ventures sittin’ over my eye
i f+ck this r&b chick on the side
ain’t droppin’ names, i might hit hеr tonight
you know i hit it, she rockin’ designer
high dеfinition on all of my diamonds
f+ck that b+tch, gave her the adrien broner
money and power, came off of the corner
pull up the stick, i got blood on my diamonds
i get to p+ssin’ on dolce & gabbana
give me three minutes, i’m movin’ the hummer
ridin’ with the brick, put the work in a honda
go cop the lamb, i just jugg alabama
stress in atlanta and i ain’t got no manners
richer than ice cream, too hard to handle
i get a n+gga stuck up in the slammer
[chorus]
soon as i trap out, i go hit the dealer
soon as i sell out, i go hit the jeweller
you know i hit it, she draped in designer
if i get a call from mich+lle obama
f+ckin’ a cougar, same age as my momma
f+ck all that bullsh+t, go f+ck on cierra
seven+six deuce when it come out the barrel
i took a shot at your wife, halle berry

[verse 2]
caucasian ice, she white as madonna
throw that b+tch out, now she rosie o’donnell
scotty with the chi’, hit your wife in the sprinter
b+tch suck me for lunch and then ate me for dinner
f+ck the security guard, fifth on the pistol
pop me a half or thirty and k!ll him
i whip the rolls like it’s a ship
her b+tch tryna leave, i’m gettin’ her k!lled
lil honey bun, i wear gold veneer
retired out the trap, i’m a boss for real
you gon’ be workin’ your whole career
f+ck on your b+tch, made her eat up my girl
down for the n+gga, just draggin’ on syrup
clutchin’ the drum, this the one with the curl
diamond, it ring, i could barely hear
f+ck on her single, she ready to get married
[chorus]
soon as i trap out, i go hit the dealer
soon as i sell out, i go hit the jeweller
you know i hit it, she draped in designer
if i get a call from mich+lle obama
f+ckin’ a cougar, same age as my momma
f+ck all that bullsh+t, go f+ck on cierra
seven+six deuce when it come out the barrel
i took a shot at your wife, halle berry

[outro]
baby jay

- future lyrics

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