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future – sh!t (remix) lyrics

[intro: future]
ear drummers
mike will made-it
ayy!
ayy!
ayy!
ayy!
sh-t!

[chorus: future]
talking ’bout you popping tags, n-gga you ain’t bought sh-t
talking ’bout a hunnid bottles, n-gga you ain’t popped sh-t
all you talk nana clips, n-gga you ain’t shot sh-t
spending money on these hoes, n-gga you ain’t f-ck sh-t

[verse 1: drake]
took n-ggas out the hood like i’m from there
so you know it’s all good when i come there
i hear you talk about your city like you run that
and i brought my tour to your city, you my son there, n-gga
but i had to come through for the remix
on my haven’t-done-a-verse-in-eight-weeks sh-t
and if a n-gga say my name, he the hot sh-t
but if i say the n-gga name, he still the hot sh-t
f-cked up, lucky i don’t feed into the gossip
n-ggas act like they don’t know, but they should know
yeah, i just think it’s funny how they dangling the bait
but i’m the one that’s k!lling n-ggas on the hooks, though
and n-ggas ain’t got a grill, still ice-grill hating
i know y’all already know mike will made it
just looking at the numbers, n-gga, i feel amazing
i’ll call michael jordan up and mike will make it
i’m the young rap n-gga with the ‘melo deal
you need to come to ovo for a better deal
just know a million ain’t sh-t once you get a mil’
and n-ggas say it’s all good
that’s how you better feel, n-gga, nah!
f-ck that, this year i’m talking big stuff
rolling through the city like a young n-gga bricked up
f-ck n-ggas gon’ be f-ck n-ggas
that’s why we never gave a f-ck
when a f-ck n-gga switched up, d-mn!

[chorus: future & juicy j]
talking ’bout you popping tags, n-gga you ain’t bought sh-t
talking ’bout a hunnid bottles, n-gga you ain’t popped sh-t
all you talk nana clips, n-gga you ain’t shot sh-t
spending money on these hoes, n-gga you ain’t f-ck sh-t
mike-will made it! let’s get it! (ma-fi-uh!)

[verse 2: juicy j]
if money talk then your pockets ain’t saying sh-t
i’m in the bathroom getting head from yo’ b-tch
and i ain’t paying her sh-t
you want beef? you don’t know who you playing with (hey!)
i tell my pilot to land the jet (hey!)
i’m hopping off, get ’em, we popping off (hey!)
give a cl!ck and you n-ggas dead where you standing at (hey!)
i’m just a trippy n-gga smoking on cabbage
your money funny like jim carrey
i got a b-tch and she super bad like halle
and we still keeping that white like barry
i’m a rich n-gga, still keep a pistol with me
n-gga, you ain’t f-ckin’ with a picture of me
i got all this cake and shooters with me
just in case you p-ssy n-ggas try to get you a piece
what it is, my n-gga? what it’s hittin’ for? (hey!)
where the car you were whippin’ in you video? (hey!)
where the ice at, n-gga? where them pretty hoes? (hey!)
you a fraud, real n-ggas already know (hey!)
broke–ss n-ggas, i can’t stand ’em (hey!)
i hit ’em with the cannon
i’m buying off the mall at random (hey!)
juicy j, that n-gga fresh to death (hey!)
smoke it ’til it’s nothing left
peel off, then i’m ghost in my phantom

- future lyrics

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