Future
Future - Seven Rings songtekst
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[Future] Tote them pistols, poppin, say it's a problem! I told you off the top that I would sign 'em I told you we get money, 'bout to peel out I told you half of these niggas we be winning! My left and right hand Robert Horry Plus my n*gga pop Xans unemployed I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids I tried to tell you when I came, it was God I'm washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them 20 different strippers, money double, triple Started off slizzered, they callin' me the wizard Vetti got that Porsche, Casino got that Porsche Killers all I know, feel 'em up with the dough You know I'm on that syrup, 'bout to send the word To niggas really argue who gon' shoot you first Fatface wanna do you, Blade wanna do you This bitch from Guyana, layin' low with that hammer Tryin' to f**k her on camera I pray that my young nigga'll kill you on camera You come too close, nigga, I'ma have to kill you on camera I hate to discuss it If my boy don't trust you, nigga, you know I don't trust you My left and right hand Robert Horry Plus my nigga pop Xans unemployed I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids I tried to tell you when I came, it was God I'm washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them Heater on your side, it's a hundred percent chance Some of these people by my side is straight up out the can We come from the bottom, upper echelon I came here to serve you, need some cash on delivery I just hope she washed her mouth out before you kiss her My downtown bitch said, "Did you heard me?" I think she stays five minutes from Birdy I had an Arizona plug, used to serve me I throwed that money in the bag cause it was dirty He got that chopper on him now and he hurtin' I know he 'bout to let it go and that's for sure I know he 'bout to let it go and that's for sure My left and right hand Robert Horry Plus my nigga pop Xans unemployed I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids I tried to tell you when I came, it was God I'm washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them Tote them pistols, poppin, say it's a problem I told you off the top that I would sign 'em I told you we get money, 'bout to peel out I told you half of these niggas we be winning My left and right hand Robert Horry My left and right hand Robert Horry Plus my nigga pop Xans unemployed I tried to tell you when I came, it was God....