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lirik lagu future – yeah yeah

[intro:]
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah… yeah… yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!

[verse 1: future]
all-white b-tch to match my all-white louies
millionaire frames hand-made; i’m just coolin’
kid so fly say it shines like a movement
b-tch say i party hard, told her i make movies
popcorn kush: no strings on ya coochie
pop a dvd in, rollin, cruisin’
yeah yeah… yeah, up there, swear
wristwear cold, chande-lier

[hook:]
you see me? i see me too!
wristwear cold, bad b-tches on me too!
we don’t do no one-on-ones: we f-ck’em by the twos
boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah… yeah… yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!

[verse 2: rocko]
whole ‘lotta white equal a whole ‘lotta riches
whole ‘lotta jew-els, i bought these for these b-tches
rocko beckham: i know how to kick it!
finessed you, babe? i’m sorry, like vinny “i ain’t in it”
reign h-ll on these b-tches, got plenty i’m like tiger
that n-gg- say he hot as me? lil’ buddy a liar!
jump out that new jaguar, superjump my kayer
p zero nero, gon’ pump up my tires
rocko dinero: i’m all about dinero
you know i keep that heat on me, no way you can creep on me
they was sleepin’ on me, but now they workin for me
you see me? i see me too, b-tch you can’t ignore me

[hook:]
you see me? i see me too!
wristwear cold, bad b-tches on me too!
we don’t do no one-on-ones: we f-ck’em by the twos
boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah… yeah… yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!

[verse 3: future]
mix-match my ice like i mix-match my hogs
black, yellow, white: i change ’em up like i change clothes
don corleone no cover for my eyesight
everything black: boutta kill n-gg-s on sight
everything fly: boutta take flight outta sight
bad b-tch my type, two dyk-s, two nights
two rights, can’t deal future no wrongs
rerock stone like fred flintstone
drinkin on lean: two cups styrofoam
two phones, i can’t take these home
cause too many b-tches wanna call my phone
leave me alone while i get my lean on
blowin’ on strong, sippin on ‘tron
throwin up money, rippin my zone

[hook:]
you see me? i see me too!
wristwear cold, bad b-tches on me too!
we don’t do no one-on-ones: we f-ck’em by the twos
boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah… yeah… yeah yeah… yeah!
yeah yeah… yeah! yeah yeah… yeah!

- lirik lagu future