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de Future

Pluto, yeah, pluto, yeah (yeah)
Pluto, yeah (ayy, say gang)

Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (ayy, say gang)
I just bought a bad bitch, I'm such a cash man (ayy, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit (ayy, say gang)
Just popped another x pill, I need to be cautious (ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs, chew a nigga up like gum (what up?)
Skeeted until I got numb, I was so high, I couldn't feel when I cum (ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, came from the blocks servin' crumbs (yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, gotta motivate a young nigga doin' numbers

Youngin put a switch on a gun, head off, sound like a bomb (brrt)
Slime a bitch out, of course, promise I ain't never gon' turn on my brother
Everything goes, ain't gotta snipe no hoes
Went through the lows, now I'm 'bout to go and cop 'em both
Cooking out the pyrex, young nigga sippin' on hi-tech
Fly like a pilot, custom made Louis, all ostrich
Went and got a gaffer, ain't have to sell my masters
Riding with a smacker, turn your little kid to a bastard (what it do?)
Whole lot of cash, yeah, it barely can fit in the bag (yeah)
Count up these bands, yeah, count up so fast they crash (ayy)
I got these suicide bombers, they ready to smash (suicide)
Wipe a nigga nostril, wasn't nothing but an imposter (yeah)
Top don dada, so I got a bad bitch roster (yeah, yeah)
Soon as I pulled up, everybody 'round me poured up
The drink got no cut, fuck around, a nigga might doze off
Spot with no furniture, walk through the bitch got bowls out (yeah)
Look like a stash spot, this that one, we roll out
The one you don't know about, she so bad she don't need no clout

Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (hold on)
I just bought a bad bitch, I'm such a cash man (ayy, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit
Just popped another x pill, I need to be cautious (ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs, chew a nigga up like gum (what up?)
Skeeted until I got numb, I was so high
Couldn't feel when I cum (ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, ayy (ski)
Came from the block servin' crumbs (yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, that'll motivate 'em
Young nigga doin' numbers (ayy, say gang)

Walk outside the bank, look like a robbery now (ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm bout to drank five thou' (ayy, say)
Million dollar whips and then some public housing (ayy, say)
I can change the flow up, I got different styles (ayy, say gang)
Took the g to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (ayy, say)
Forty-seven strippers tryna blow me down (ayy, say)
Took the g to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm bout to drank five thou' (ayy, say gang)

You don't feel what I feel for me
Runs dry, baby
My love runs dry, baby
See me, I stay light lately

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