Future
Future - Zoom lyrics
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Bought a drop top Porsche, about to cut the top off Trappin' is a sport young nigga get ya knocked off Hol' up Turbo switchin' lanes, Hublot switch your watch Trappin' switch the spots, when you're runnin' hot Feet on the gas, trappin' dem bags Run up a sack and never look back Shorty got miles on her, I'm about to spaz in it I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast I secure the bag first, I'm ready to boast I secure the bag first, I'm full of that dope Court side with a mink Pee Wee Kirkland on the scene Five karats, wear the link Both hands full of ink Money drying in your hand Wrap the bail in Saran My yellow bitch want a tan I just landed from Japan Tokyo and Korea Panamera to the lear Yellow metal with the gold Fishscale with these hoes Mossberg, I'm drinkin' mud Put a hit out on a dud Bought my lil' nigga 12 slugs Just to shine bright when he rub I just bailed out of [?] 20 pills goin' hyphy Oh you lookin' real icy Boy you know you nothin' like me