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lirik lagu future – shit remix

[hook: future]
talking ’bout you popping tags, n*gg* you ain’t bought sh*t
talking bout a hunned bottles, n*gg* you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk nana clips, n*gg* you ain’t shot sh*t
spending money on these hoes, n*gg* you ain’t f*ck sh*t

[verse 1: drake]
took n*gg*s 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*gg*
but i had to come through for the remix
on my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks sh*t
and if a n*gg* say my name, he the hot sh*t
but if i say the n*gg* name, he still the hot sh*t
f*cked up, lucky i don’t feed into the gossip
n*gg*s 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 killing n*gg*s on the hooks though
and n*gg*s ain’t got a grill, still ice grill hating
i know y’all already know mike will made it
just looking at the numbers, n*gg*, i feel amazing
i call michael jordan up and mike will make it
i’m the young rap n*gg* 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 mill
and n*gg*s say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel
n*gg* nah, f*ck that, this year i’m talking big stuff
rolling through the city like a young n*gg* bricked up
f*ck n*gg*s gon’ be f*ck n*gg*s
that’s why we never give a f*ck when a f*ck n*gg* switched up

[hook: future]
talking ’bout you popping tags, n*gg* you ain’t bought sh*t
talking bout a hunned bottles, n*gg* you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk nana clips, n*gg* you ain’t shot sh*t
spending money on these hoes, n*gg* you ain’t f*ck sh*t

[verse 2: juicy j]
if money talk then your pockets ain’t saying sh*t
i’m in the bathroom getting head from your b*tch
and i ain’t paying her sh*t
you want beef? you don’t know who you playing with
i tell my pilot to land the jet
i’m hopping off, get ’em, we popping off
give a click and you n*gg*s dead where you standing at
i’m just a trippy n*gg* smoking on cabbage
your money funny like jim carrey
i got b*tches that’s super bad like halle
and we still keeping that white like barry
i’m a rich n*gg*, still keep a pistol with me
n*gg* 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*gg*s try to get you a piece
what it is my n*gg*, what is hidden for
where the car you were whippin in the video
where is the ice at, where is them pretty hoes
you are far from a real n*gg*, you already know
broke *ss n*gg*s i can’t stand them
i hit ’em with the cannon
i buying out the mall at random
juicy j that n*gg* is fresh to death
smoke till there is nothing left
bail off and then i’m ghost in my phantom

[hook: future]
talking ’bout you popping tags, n*gg* you ain’t bought sh*t
talking bout a hunned bottles, n*gg* you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk nana clips, n*gg* you ain’t shot sh*t
spending money on these hoes, n*gg* you ain’t f*ck sh*t

- lirik lagu future