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lirik lagu future – keep on shinin

[hook:]
100 racks, no diamonds
i don’t know where my mind went
i can’t tell what the time is, i just keep on shining
100 racks, no diamonds
i don’t know where my mind went
i can’t tell what the time is, i just keep on shining
i just keep on shining, i just keep on shining
i just keep on shining, i just keep on shining
i just keep on shining, i just keep on shining
i just keep on shining, i just keep on shining

[verse 1:]
i just keep on grinding, stacking up, my long good
i just keep getting’ money, i put that on my mama
rackin’ up them benjamins, on blast all like jetsons
plug deal with the haitians, i keep it real with my
mexicans
belt by ferragamo, shoes by chanel
cook that good dope and i can eyeball a bell
crooked b-tch, my rolly, flooded my wrist is
sauce on my shoe game, put sauce on my b-tches
all them boys is scalish, ain’t got no diamonds
everything around me, just can’t even stop shining
shine like my young n-gg-s,
they ride with a hundred round n-gg-
on the court, no violence
but you ain’t ’bout to take mine, n-gg-

[hook]

[verse 2:]
bedrock – fred flintstone
catch me burning rubber when i leave my jeweler
michael jackson high, call me thriller
playin’ poker for a hundred bands on the dealer
casino – ex drug dealer
put the rocks around my neck, i call it ice
put the stash around my wrist, that’s that china white
i don’t skimp on jewels, bought a lot of ice –
freebandz!
f-ck wrong with you? think i ain’t got no cash?
g and future with me, know i got that pack
a hundred thousand for the car, no tags
shine on everything, see him through the gl-ss

[hook]

[verse 3:]
spend a hundred racks on blue jeans, got good weed, got
good lean
got five cars they all foreign, got foreign b-tches in
my c-ckpit
got thirty chains, got thirty rings, ever since the
gang moved in this year
i turnt up, i blanked out, now i’m banked up with a
blank check
drop top with no head on it, that’s brain-dead, family
my cup cranked with that low key
i’m turnin’ up, you go to sleep
i pull up in that v12
i got a hudred bands in my email
i’m on the ‘gnac, no sea sh-lls
on tough sand i touch bands
a cayenne, an expedition, i fill ’em up with a bunch of
fish
hard times, we gon’ lace up, my mind stay on stacks
my n-gg-s movin’ them packs
i ran the stacks like tracks
and i ain’t never gon’ look back

[hook]

- lirik lagu future