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future – sh!t (megamix) كلمات اغاني

[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 thе numbers, n_gga, i feel amazing
i’ll call michael jordan up and mike will makе 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!
[verse 2: schoolboy q]
frontin’ like you really on that bullsh_t
gun him down, make a motherf_cker do a full flip, chip chip
n_gga really really on that crip sh_t
bisquick whip, whip, whip, n_gga, move it!
got the toolie, yeah, the piece, i’mma use it
n_gga ruthless, leave a chump n_gga toothless
tell him “smooches”, got that white girl
get a tan when i ice her, arm and hammer
mixin’ venom like a viper, you the buyer
i’m the n_gga with the fire, you’s a minor
now i’m major with the paper, coppin’ acres
overseas like a sailor, you a hater
and ya daddy in the same boat, you a busta when ya chain go
pourin’ syrup on my eggo, four liters for the eight though
to the face, now the day slow, you’s a fruity lil’ rainbow
real n_gga, call me django, 50 seconds till the say low
wild bucks shootin’ halos, every pocket got a bank roll
i don’t think you really understand me (stand me)
groovy q ain’t keep the nose candy (candy)

[verse 3: fat trel]
n_gga tell me how you want it with a savage
it get crazy where i’m living it’s tragic
if you can take it from my pocket you can have it
you know i got a body bag in the trash
you know i got an old thot you can have
n_gga couldn’t f_ck my old b_tch
n_ggas couldn’t eat my old p_ssy
i’m in the kitchen i could tell you how the stove looking
n_gga all i really wanted was the pyrex
a couple hundred body sn_tchers in the projects
you know my plug stay connected like direct
i’m in miami my b_tches like “where lebron at?”
i finish f_cking her and finish like “where your mom at?”
in front the coppers i got choppers for the combat
couldn’t believe it my n_ggas say he was sellin’ grenades
keep bullsh_ttin’ and ima sit you where the bomb at
d.c. n_gga, sittin wrist whip dough
he ain’t know a chopper price get this low
see i cop em’ in atlanta bring em’ back to alabama avenue
and tell them n_ggas “come and get it let’s go”
fifty in the mac take em’ back to benning road
strippa b_tches in my kitchen with the semi’s on the floor
all i know i want him dead by tonight
with his head in his lap and his body at the light
purchase me some act and i’m a pour me some sprite
tell a b_tch keep counting till she get the count right
when a b_tch finish might purchase her a flight
might take her whole life
might f_ck her all night
right, you know i hate to say it twice
but you p_ssy ass n_ggas ain’t bout that life
p_ssy ass n_ggas ain’t bout that life
p_ssy ass n_ggas ain’t bout that life

[verse 4: meek mill]
thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
feds know a n_gga by his whole name
shoot him in his head for his gold chain
you was running ball, we was sellin’ cocaine
talkin bout you buyin’ bricks, n_gga you ain’t got sh_t
we was sellin’ all them keys, we was like the locksmith
twenty_five hundred for the red bottoms
balmain five bands for the waist n_gga
i’m rollin’ through my city in a new rolls royce
cheif keef 300 for the wraith n_gga
a.k, s.k, h.k n_gga, three k’s like i hate n_ggas
and i’ll put you in your place n_gga
you got shoebox money i got a safe n_gga holdup

[verse 5: rick ross]
automatic pistol on a n_gga leather seat
see a bad b_tch she my jam of the week
all i ever wanted was a kilo
till they hit my little n_gga with the rico
b_tches lookin’ at me, keisha look at all this change
it’s the heart of war tour bus full of k’s
master p money i could pull up in a tank
c murda shooter know a pill on the way
still [?]
rich n_ggas coming through you broke n_ggas better move
at your front door got word you got work
3.5 for the key of the purp
now six figures for this fat n_ggas verse
all eyes on me as i’m walking through the church
prayin’ lord forgive me, 30 shots in the semi
i done paid all of my tithes now it’s time to go and get it
my new plug don’t f_ck with the cut
my new b_tch gettin’ f_cked in the b_tt
ridin’ by the [?] see me sitting in the trunk
n_ggas say they coming threw but they see me strapped up, what
n_gga runnin’ in your house for the brown bag
feds wanna know how much in the brown bag
n_gga swinging that stick for the brown bag
your b_tch even saw my number on the brown bag
all i ever wanted was kilo
till they hit my lil’ woe with the rico
sippin’ on purp n_ggas still got a pint
still moving work n_gga ooh what night
ooh what a night, ooh what a night
post a picture of that p_ssy get 200 likes
200 likes all that b_tch getting from me is them 200 likes
[verse 6: jeezy]
made the forbes and i’m straight up outta projects
still running with them n_ggas with that work check
it go “brrrrrrrr” with the choppa
that’s the only way the p_ssy ‘posed to stop ya
pour out a little liquor, one in every got a ghetto
stack a 20 bill, n_gga, tall as carmelo
winter olympic games and the categories caine
bet ya one f_ckin’ thing, i’ll win a gold medal
why ya actin’ like a b_tch? lil jon, my n_gga
don’t you ever doubt me, i’m like lebron, my n_gga
i ain’t takin’ no shorts, b_tch, i hit it with the fork
f_ck a wrist game, use my whole arm, my n_gga
snowman, b_tch, y’all know me
fourth quarter pressure on ’em like kobe
act like my sh_t don’t stink, pocket feel like a bank
neck lookin’ like a 40 ounce of o.e
tell me why my album selling, they ain’t murder me yet
if they do, bury me in a burgundy ‘vette
talk behind my back, you could hate me all ya want
but them same f_ck n_ggas ain’t shot sh_t yet
yeah, you see me on gangland, as real as it get
they just rappin’ about it, i was livin’ that sh_t
straight up

[bridge: t.i.]
this for my n_ggas when they walk up out the house, they (turn it)
f_ck what ya mouth say (turn it, turn it)

[verse 7: t.i.]
fully automatic rifle, 100 round drum on it with a scope
i done had that, n_gga (brrrrrrr, stick ’em)
i ain’t playing with these n_ggas, just k!ll ’em, turn it
n_gga talk sh_t, i’ll blast that n_gga
shoot his ass right in front his homeboys
k!ll the party, drove off and then stab that n_gga
everyone vicinity hear the boy ho noise
i’m the zone 1 king, from a whole one thing
threw a 100 on it, shawty, i was doing my thing
you tryna get a million, i done did that
aye, keep it pimpin’, keep a ticket where i live at
aye, listen, sucka, i got nothin’ for ya but a new coffin
i’ll shoot you walkin’ ‘fore you get through talkin’, n_gga!
catch me walkin’ in ya hood, trench coat swingin’
mask on, step up on ya front porch bangin’
them bankhead n_ggas, they a muhf_cka, ain’t they?
i’m the realest, richest n_gga that you know today famous
catch ya flaggin’ in ya hood and ya wanna be a gangsta
in ya skinny jeans in arenas entertainin’
no matter how you paint it, better see the big picture
i’ll get ya, n_gga, wit’ ya, then hit ya n_gga!

[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n_gga, you ain’t bought sh_t
talkin’ ’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
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags (sh_t!), n_gga, you ain’t bought sh_t (sh_t!)
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles (sh_t!), n_gga, you ain’t popped sh_t (sh_t!)
all you talk ‘nana clips (sh_t!), n_gga, you ain’t shot sh_t (sh_t!)
spending money on these hoes (sh_t!), n_gga, you ain’t f_ck sh_t (sh_t!)

[verse 8: diddy]
i ain’t tryna hear a whole bunch of that (sh_t)
about how many bodies you caught (sh_t)
my n_ggas is real thug n_ggas, them real n_ggas don’t talk
worldstar n_ggas get caught, wavin’ all them guns at the cameras
grown ass n_gga, you ain’t bout to shoot (sh_t), you don’t do (sh_t)
you just think it’s cool (sh_t) to move bricks
real n_ggas do it cause they got to
i know them real n_ggas and it’s not you
and if they see yo’ ass round here frontin’
real shooter be somewhere and shot you
man, get the f_ck out the booth poppin’ that (sh_t)
corny ass n_gga just talkin’ that (sh_t)
heard about it, read about it, never been around it
but you think ya soft ass give somebody that (sh_t)
how you movin’ round with ya ho?
you ain’t even stickin’ to the code
you don’t even represent the life right
p_ssy n_gga sleepin’ with a night light
comin’ for ya head like fight night
i can get anything done for the right price, boy!
(bad boy) take that

[interlude: future & juicy j]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n_gga, you ain’t bought sh_t let’s get it! (ma_fi_uh!)

[verse 9: 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_ass 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

[interlude: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n_gga, you ain’t bought sh_t

[verse 10: tracy t]
my k!llas got shooters on shooters
my k!llas got shooters on shooters
my k!llas got shooters on shooters
bang bang bang bang bang bang
knock em down hundred rounds, lotta pounds, kilograms on the ave
how you want it? quarter thang, half thang, whole slab?
young atlanta n_gga pull a hammer on ya
pull up on a n_gga in a california
teach a lame how to flip a couple numbers
whole summer dope runners getting more commers
money got me geekin’, d_mn i need more
alejandro bringin’ in them truckloads
copy that, get racks, n_gga ten_four
choppa bullets just rip a n_gga head off
clip long as a little n_gga leg dawg
empty that and the barrel just smoke
closed casket, n_gga head open
peel the top back, yeah i’m in the foreign
wide body and it sittin’ on forgies
choppa kick like chuck norris
ralph lauren, my engine full of horses
aim game insane n_gga i’m a marksman
cocaine white y’all n_ggas flip porcelain
blow worth a fortune, million on the fortress
n_ggas totin’ ak’s like they glock 40’s

- future

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