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futuristic - yuck (freestyle) كلمات الأغنية

[intro:]
yeah, you know who the f-ck i be
futuristic, mr. wtf gang, mr. i had to do it
mr. i do all the sh-t that you can’t do lil n-gguh
sauce!

[verse: futuristic]
f-ck 2 chainz i got no chains, wtf that’s a cold gang
burn sh-t, propane, better stay inside your house like a snow day
cause i k!ll tracks: oj, you flow straight but you so g-y
i don’t even know how to read music but somehow i got that do re!
for me myself and i n-gga, the truth, why would i lie n-gga?
square root get ate like pi n-gga, it’s futuristic ‘or die’ n-gga
i do this i don’t try n-gga, one dude but i ball like five n-ggas
got five hoes in my condo givin’ me brain so now my mind bigger
f-ck it i’mma k!ll it when i step into the buildin’
i spit it so sick that everybody need some penicillin
i make two thousand a show that ain’t a lot but i’mma build it
i do one like every day then pretty soon i’ll have a million
eatin’ all these n-ggas i’mma put ’em in a sk!llet
some’n like braille everybody gotta feel it
it’s dub yes, no dubstep, but i still make noise like skrillex
i hit hoes with ‘diff’rent strokes’, “whatcha talkin’ ’bout willis?”
i’m a gary coleman, “whatcha talkin’ ’bout willis?”
hit hoes with ‘diff’rent strokes’, “whatcha talkin’ ’bout willis?”
i’m a gary coleman, “whatcha talkin’ ’bout willis?”
cartoon n-ggas welcome to monsters inc.,
you washed up, get disposed, put ’em down the sink
bad b-tches raise your gl-sses, like p!nk
she hit me with a text like “i’m down for whatever,” with a wink!
if you think you f-ckin’ with me then you must be stupid!
good music all day from mr. i had to do it
put this on your ipod or cd-rom
download at onlyfuturistic.com
hol’ up, hol’ up, why these n-ggas thinkin’
that i do this sh-t for fun and knowin’ that i put in work?
if you wanna talk about me on one of your tracks
it’s a wrap, matta’ fact i’mma put ’em in a he-rs-
k!llin’ all these n-ggas on every single verse
they disperse, did it first, he’s bad and ya worse
i’m attackin’ the earth if he rapped then you hurt
i snapped and i curse every track then i burp!
bad chick alert, get more neck than a tag on a shirt…
yeah, i see more -ss than the back of a skirt!
i’m just playin’, you know who it is tho
wtf gang, bow!

- futuristic

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