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Artiste : Future
Titre : Ain´t Coming Back
The Wizard
Some things out of my control
Gotta stay in my zone
Know what I´m sayin´
I just told Richie we rich

Woo

Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin´ my soul
Bad bitch layin´ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil´ and didn´t fold
Askin´ ´bout these VV´s, VV´s, drippin´
Keepin´ it cold, I´m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah
Difference, I done fucked a few stars, yeah
Probably know a couple names on the list
Some you don´t know, they anonymous
Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss
Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah
I don´t need no stylist, I can dress myself (I don´t need a stylist)

Gotta watch the diamonds and they match the belt
Tryna give advice, need to help yourself
Tryna save me, need to save yourself
I can hear the hate even if I´m deaf
You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish, nigga
Jealous of my wrist and my diamonds
Jealous ´cause these hoes out here wildin´, yeah, yeah
They say I´m the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah
They say I´m the one that can excite ´em (You the one)

Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin´ my soul
Bad bitch layin´ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil´ and didn´t fold
Askin´ ´bout these VV´s, VV´s, drippin´

Keepin´ it cold, I´m so different, yeah (I´m so different)
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy

Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain´t comin´ back
Yeah yeah, I ain´t comin´ back
Yeah yeah, I ain´t comin´ back

Bitch went to the ´Gram to write a book (Why she do that?)
Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands)
Don´t you judge me off mistakes I´ve made
Talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For live)
Wrist rocky, talkin´ V-V-V´s

Bitches suckin´ out my energy
She´ll fuck my brother for the currency
Dawg ho, and these dawgs ain´t free
Never on the shelf, always fresh to death
I don´t need a stylist, I can dress myself
Drugs in my system, don´t play it fair
Bitches take advantage, know I need help

Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin´ my soul
Bad bitch layin´ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil´ and didn´t fold
Askin´ ´bout these VV´s, VV´s, drippin´
Keepin´ it cold, I´m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

Brought my dices with me, had to skip class

Had to tell so many I ain´t comin´ back
Yeah yeah, I ain´t comin´ back
Yeah yeah, I ain´t comin´ back

Askin´ ´bout these VV´s, VV´s, drippin´
Keepin´ it cold, I´m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy