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Artiste : Future
Titre : Yeah Yeah
[Future]
Codeine, molly help a nigga think
Washin´ off my diamonds in the sink
DMC global now, nigga
Hood Baby, ain’t shit sweet

Bitch, I put you on the plate, my niggas gon´ eat (Pluto)

[Future]
Catchin´ vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (Ah)
Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
Take the drugs ’til I can´t blink, yeah, yeah (Take the drugs)
Poppin´ Adderal, sippin´ drink, yeah, yeah (Pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch, I´m geeked, yeah, yeah (Lights off)
Can´t take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a jeep, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)

Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)

[Future]
Came out the gutter, get throat
Fuck on your ho ´cause she throwed (Woah, woah)
Sipping on lean, I´m getting throwed (Sip, woah)
??? to overdose (Woah, woah)
Made three pills, get ghost
Speedin’ up my heart (Speed up)
Two-doors and four-doors fill up my garage (Woah, woah)
Make these diamonds shining clear ’cause I know times was hard (I know)
I just lifted an average one up, turned her to a star, yeah
I took a trip to Mexico, my hustle took me far (Woah, woah)

Pushin´ up Marshmellow coupe now I feel like a God (Woah, woah)
I went to space, had a coupe in the stars
Man, I had to walk out in baguettes (Woah, woah)
I told my young niggas go real hard
They came back with a new prezi’ (Woah, woah)
How you came out these trenches?
How gon´ starve and then try to forget it (Can´t)
Ran my Ms up, I´m counting it up, and I ain’t sweat it, yeah

[Future]
Catchin´ vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (Ah)
Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
Take the drugs ´til I can´t blink, yeah, yeah (Take the drugs)
Poppin´ Adderal, sippin´ drink, yeah, yeah (Pop out)

Lights off, no TV, bitch, I´m geeked, yeah, yeah (Lights off)
Can´t take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (Pop out)
Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a jeep, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)

[Lil Gotit]
(Hood baby)
I don´t give a fuck ´bout your fucks (Woo)
Hood Baby do what he want (Hood Baby)
I got hard for this ???
ABG YSL goats (Brr)
No, I´m not generic, I got on baguettes and look how we shinin´
Fake my death, Makaveli, I´m giving my life, my family won´t tell it

Suited and booted, we met up with all foreigns, no, you can´t tell it
I´m making two guns with two guns, barrel like ???
???
She getting real mad, she actin´ real jealous
I want all that lettuce
??? with them legs, my niggas gon´ step it (Hood talk)
Hold all the talk, I pulled on the curb where I keep me a bar
We let that bitch "frrt," we pull up with birds and snakes on these hoes
Walk down with Ks on our shoulder, lil´ hater
We headshot his shit, we ain´t grazing
In the booth getting top from an Asian (Let´s go)
Wanna book a show, hit my agent
Niggas ain´t playin´ with my inner GOAT

[Future]
Catchin´ vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (Ah)
Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
Take the drugs ´til I can´t blink, yeah, yeah (Take the drugs)
Poppin´ Adderal, sippin´ drink, yeah, yeah (Pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch, I´m geeked, yeah, yeah (Lights off)
Can´t take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (Pop out)
Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a jeep, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)

[Lil Keed]
Cartier watches, Skydweller the Rollie, shit, I pay a load
Don dada, they shottin´ they round with me
I´m touring right on the road
The money I pay for my watch, it came from the trap, it came from the stove
Yeah, you ??? I´m in LA with your ho (Oh-oh)
Heard what y´all do on the real
You livin´ with your friends, oh-oh
Yeah, they soak drip like sponge
´Cause my rockstar drip is up
Balling like Pistons, nigga
You still on your pivot, nigga
On a dirtbike in the hood popping wheelies, nigga
We slime as it gets
Nah, ain´t no dummy, yeah, I went legit
Finally got diamonds and finally got rich

Double-R truck what we landin´ in
Now made some and family
Blamin´ for the talk, get knocked off
I´m tryna feel the breeze
Talking ´bout your top dog, know I eat Pedigree
Yeah, yeah, slimeball

[ Future]
DMC global now, nigga
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah