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future – poetry lyrics

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[intro]
ayo this that maya angelou, know what i’m sayin’
my n+gga this poetry
pablo neruda, robert frost type sh+t, know what i’m sayin’
mark twain, shakespeare, in the belly of the beast, know what i mean

[verse 1]
n+gga this poetry, you can’t afford me
a board’a award me
pass me a napkin, this supper so good, my plate looking gorgeous
2012 went to pluto, now n+ggas want me on choruses
give ’em a verse and a chorus, go chart it now you got a future endors+m+nt
bad b+tches never go lady+like, hoe [cat?] b+tches always gon’ make it right
you go far, no competition, your b+tch calling me, god my witness i smoke too much
shе holler out “freebandz”, you holler out “rematch”
first rulе, never ever fight for the p+ssy, you should already see that
somehow n+ggas don’t catch the memo
dirty sprite, put the tape out [all demo?]
n+ggas try to say they ain’t hot because i add a melody to this rap sh+t, n+gga you a lame+o (gone)
streets got concrete with a rose
fighting me with this sh+t, need better clothes
p+ssy got slammed out a finger roll, get it on set, call a shooter, get your [?] on

[chorus]
n+gga this poetry, n+gga+ my n+gga this poetry
married to the money, i never ever ever divorce it
n+gga this poetry, n+gga+ my n+gga this poetry
put it on my mama, my daddy, if you [not that?] then it’s abortion
n+gga this poetry, n+gga+ my n+gga this poetry
[?]
n+gga this poetry, n+gga+ my n+gga i swear that it’s poetry
[verse 2]
love it or hate it, i’m a bad influence
thirty+six ounces of raw, come back looking like patrick ewing
triple your cars, why do you do it?
these n+ggas they get so emotional gassing these b+tches, no fluid
murder that p+ssy, first degree
continue to murk that p+ssy, now you can go shopping for free
n+ggas ain’t checked none my logo, never come dolo, come through late on the low+low
she ask for the photo, that’s a quick no+no, ‘cuz b+tches out here be f+cking for the promo
she jump on her exes, i cum in her mouth when i use no protection
she sit on her ruler, i said this ruler can teach you a lesson
some chicks got obsessions but never admit that they need some affection
i might have to pick another ex because these are my groupie confessions

[chorus]
n+gga this poetry, n+gga+ my n+gga this poetry
married to the money, i never ever ever divorce it
n+gga this poetry, n+gga+ my n+gga this poetry
put it on my mama, my daddy, if you [not that?] then it’s abortion
n+gga this poetry, n+gga+ my n+gga this poetry
[?]
n+gga this poetry, n+gga+ my n+gga i swear that it’s poetry



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