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Very Begin lyrics - Future (feat. Guap Tarantino & Lil Wookie)

[Future:]

I'm actin' like I want revenge

D. Hill (D. Hill)

Look

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Burberry sticks, and I done it, I win

She don't wanna listen, I'm goin' at her friend

I graduate off the block, I'ma win

I graduate off the streets, copped the Benz

And I'm clout chasin' over here on my end

I'm could taste syrup 'cause it's watchin' me sin

I pop out the hood with Koreans

I pop out the hood with Koreans

[Guap Tarantino:]

I fuck on that bitch, that's the end

Spent racks on some Cartier lens

Margiela, hard top on machines

We'll shoot at the opp and they friends

And I'm makin' these racks with no plans

You sit in the trap with my kin

And I ran it like lap in my Benz

Yeah, Freeband Gang, we used to the wins

Watch gone, watch gone, nigga, I'm gone

Got bags comin' in, plug hittin' my phone

Want Oxycontin fuck alone

Young Freeband Gang, Al Capone

I know my bros they want slice of the pie

We split it even, don't crap on my guys

All the damn cap, boy, you tellin' them lies

Got me like [?] rub on her thighs

Yeah, ooh, somethin' like that's on fire

Ooh, they say I'm one of a kind

Sure, if a nigga playin', he dyin'

Ooh, I got a lot on the line

I got a bitch who gon' tell you some lies

Set your ass up, make you put down the fire

Bitch, I'm big Guap, they can't fit in my size

I'm with King Pluto, this shit like a prize

[Future:]

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Burberry sticks, and I done it, I win

She don't wanna listen, I'm goin' at her friend

I graduate off the block, I'ma win

I graduate off the streets, copped the Benz

And I'm clout chasin' over here on my end

I'm could taste syrup 'cause it's watchin' me sin

I pop out the hood with Koreans

I pop out the hood with Koreans

[Lil Wookie:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

J-Lo, my dope, it come straight out the pot

Diamonds, my mouth, it came straight out my watch

Fuck on your ho and you know she a thot

Fuck on her throat, then she go out the spot

Woke up, like, "Fuck it, today I wear all chains"

Racks out, they bustin' my jeans, they buy Balmains

Fifteen racks, holdin' nothin' that's small change

The ho came to us 'cause they found out you all lame

Yeah, tell a band, nigga been poppin'

Young Freebandz, nigga been poppin'

Yeah, all the whole hood poppin'

Yeah, all these fuck niggas watchin'

Yeah, watch came plain, I bussed it

Yeah, when the bands came I bussed it

It's your main ho we fuckin'

We keep it on the low so you don't know nothin'

Maison Margiela, don't make 'em all jealous

We carry these choppers to fuckin' protect us

This for your niggas who think about chasin' bullets

And hit for you nigga who clout chase

Got smoke, they gon' call us and tell us we steppers

Price on your head, drop the bag, they gon' get that

The thirty-round clip make a clout nigga get back

If you drop the bag, I jump out and push your shit back

[Future:]

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Margiela-gielas, the very begin

Burberry sticks, and I done it, I win

She don't wanna listen, I'm goin' at her friend

I graduate off the block, I'ma win

I graduate off the streets, copped the Benz

And I'm clout chasin' over here on my end

I'm could taste syrup 'cause it's watchin' me sin

I pop out the hood with Koreans

I pop out the hood with Koreans

What It Do lyrics - Future

Yeah

What it do, baby?

Yeah, uh

What it do, baby?

What it do, baby?

What it do, baby?

Then I copped the coupe for you no time

Then I copped a Rollie for you both times

Then I stepped your fashion game up lately

I'm just tryna ask you, what it do, baby?

What it do, baby? What it do, baby?

What it do, baby? What it do?

Real talk, I'm fuckin' with you and you know it

Ain't just talkin' with you, baby, I'm a poet

Ayy, I just throwed a couple G's on your feet

I just throwed a couple G's on your feet

I'm just ballin' just to show you we can ball

Ayy, why you callin'? Girl, you know that I'm a dawg

Play your position, can't be playin' niggas cheap

Niggas like me would put sand sheets on your seat

We be fuckin' in the AM, I'ma hit you past 3

Ayy, that's the same way that I fell for you

I used to come through, roll some L's with you

We shared a bond and the bid was long overdue

That's why we was in here drinkin' Hennessy

We tryna get out all our memories (You remember that?)

Ain't none of your ex's my enemy

They damn sure ain't no friend of me (No)

What got me to this point?

I'm really fuckin' with you, spendin' cash on that ass

Got to layin' up with you, pulled off when I smashed

You let me have my way, I got this good girl goin' bad

I ain't treat you like trash, what I'm really tryna ask

What it do, baby?

Then I copped the coupe for you no time

Then I copped a Rollie for you both times

Then I stepped your fashion game up lately

I'm just tryna ask you, what it do, baby?

What it do, baby? What it do, baby?

What it do, baby? What it do?

Whats Wrong lyrics - Future

[INTRO]

I can't answer questions for these fake ass niggas

I'm not about to tweet all you fake motherfuckers

comment on instagram you bitches

[CHORUS]

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

you love these hoes more than you love money

these niggas mad dat I'm stuntin'

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

I went to space and they felt left

I Guess you broke and you need help

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

We turning up and they turning down

we smoking kush and by the pound

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Yeen smashing models like us

Ain't popping bottles like us

Ain't getting money like us

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

[VERSE 1]

I'm outta I Told you in was in pluto

My wallet chain by prada and my pockets on a sumo

let me find out you cuffin hoes, we trippin off one blunt

my dawg I bought a bunch of smoke

The ferarri suicidal I done blowed out the brain

she exotic she got a body put her on a plane

you can have her man I don't want her she just came from spain

I just made a movie and took a green card back again

I Just went back to the dealership bought another benz

I had to order that 65 before it come in

I'm new millenium, maserati trucks of course

we came from nothing, we grinded up and jumped off the porch

[CHORUS]

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

you love these hoes more than you love money

these niggas mad dat I'm stuntin'

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

I went to space and they felt left

I Guess you broke and you need help

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

We turning up and they turning down

we smoking kush and by the pound

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Yeen smashing models like us

Ain't popping bottles like us

Ain't getting money like us

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

[VERSE 2]

My Shoes (What Dem Is) They Made By YSL

My Lil Boo (Aye What She In) She Stay In That Chanel

Whats wrong with you, I'm getting money cant you tell

They so confused, Cuz I Ain't need no auto-tune

my team in here turnt up to the maximum we're cooling

If you wanna get dem mushing my shit good then we can do it

five thousand on a outfit let me show you how I do it

I got bandz coming in dawg, faster than suzuki

Rockstar status dis da way I chunk my dueces

I couldn't stop her if I wanted to, dat girl she bad and choosing

they get mad when you take it and they hate you when you make it

patiently waiting, dat money coming like it aint got no patience

[CHORUS]

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

you love these hoes more than you money

these niggas mad dat I'm stuntin'

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

I went to space and they felt left

I Guess you broke and you need help

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

We turning up and they turning down

we smoking kush and by the pound

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Yeen smashing models like us

Ain't popping bottles like us

Ain't getting money like us

What the fuck wrong with these niggas

Whole Lotta Racks lyrics - Future & Young Thug

[Future:]

First let me hit my cup, uh

Let me hold my tuss, uh, huh

(DY on the track)

Shit

Countin' up a whole lotta racks

Yeah, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I got a hoe with a text, uh

I put a million in max, uh

I put a song in the sex, uh

I gotta fly like a [?], uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I got some ice in my cup and it flawless, uh, uh, uh, uh

I hit your hoe last night and I [?]

Live in the sky on a jet

Got an extendo on the tech

Soon as they see the baguette

I put chinchilla on the carpet

Choppas gon' dead like New Orleans

I paid that hoe just might want it

I fully loaded my Rollie

I woke up today I was high

I woke up today in the sky

Let's get it, let's get it

Let's get it, let's get it (freeband)

From city to city

To city to city, to city

They wet it, they wet it, they wet it

They let me bust on their titties

I spin it, I spin it, I spin it

I try to forget it

I'm callin' the shots, nigga

Future lieutenant

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I got a hoe with a text, uh

I put a million in max, uh

I put a song in the sex, uh

I gotta fly like a [?], uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

[Young Thug:]

Thugger did you hit my hoe, yea, yea, yea, yea

Thugger did you wipe my nose, yea, yea, yea, yea

Thugger is you for show, yea, yea, yea, yea

Your money tall like a fro, yea, yea, yea, yea (on God)

They can't see inside I got tints on the rear, rear

Hit em in the back just like Ricky, drop the beer, beer

Private plane, tag on the wing and the rear, rear

Hop up out the jet, fly as a bird I got bees on the gears

Dab in the fashion, she perfect, I got her now she plastic

I taught her how to go and get the cash, she came fast

You better not giver her no money cause all she do is bringin' it to dad (Jeffery)

[Future:]

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I got a hoe with a text, uh

I put a million in max, uh

I put a song in the sex, uh

I gotta fly like a [?], uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit the hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

I hit your hoe from the back, uh

YSL Cheetah lyrics - Future

[Hook: x2]

YSL cheetah these are not adidas

Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda

Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic

Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching

Tiger strike Versace got me acting lil verace

Shoe games far, eat Christian not horacis

European jackets, I got scarfs on a tire

Fresh... lil nigga I'm messiah

Gucci's on my face and I'm looking right by you

Ysl hot tubs, man on fire

Denzel Washington key way flier

Chick on your hit, young nigga we will but her

Audemar from davis, swirl in the water

Adding 30 pounders, little cost up and extra corner

25 racks to the future, that's from deal main

Million dollar city, yeah I'm getting real money

[Hook: x2]

YSL cheetah these are not adidas

Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda

Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic

Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching

Wearing up sweaters, cost a main treasure

White canary yellow, purple or the yellow

Codeine habits, the Honda for the carriage

Took it in the goose shirt cause I don't like to wear it

Boss of the century, iPad memory

Thousand dollars shoe game, boosting up my energy

Versaces on the sofa, made the bitch super soak

Burberry blazer with the red bottom loafers

Every single color, I'm a free bands hustler

Ysl cheetah, pay my feet inside the jungle

Money over bitches, swear to God I never love them

Rock star life they call me future hugh hefner

[Hook: x2]

YSL cheetah these are not adidas

Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda

Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic

Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching

I told her ride it like a rarri, pop it like a molly

Ysl belt, and my jeans is cavali

Red bottoms on like my feet just caught a body

Red bottoms on like my feet just caught a body

I'm the hottest and the coldest, the flies and you nodes

Balence I got sneakers, stepping on you cockroaches

My chain cost a kilo, that don't include the piece though

That cost another kilo, my watch another kilo

All the girls they love me, I was taught to get money

Look down in my rollie, it's always time to get money

They get fly, I am fly, they burn fly, I'm jet fly

While animals, I wear those

They friendly, come pet mine

[Hook: x2]

YSL cheetah these are not adidas

Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda

Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic

Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching.