Future - Bellucci (English) lyrics

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Future - Bellucci (English) lyrics

[Refrain: b**ba] Always fresh, I remain on the surface As the ice cubes in my Chivas It is not henna on my face Relinks ashore I have the AR, I ski mask O-R chains on primates I'm Stan Smith at Adidas J'monte 300 # Leonidas Your life hangs by a phone call Ta Hlel hangs by a dick stroke Sergeant Kopp'zer in the co*kpit Too bling'zer to the portico [Verse 1: b**ba] I'm on the net'zer in the street Married to hate as Bellucci n***a, you are fake as your Gucci I know what to put, I am too well off I beg you, my walk on Zanotti This is the weight of arms, not words, which weighs me It's not rocket handjob but deafening you What a crappy brand door Matuidi With us, saying nothing, everything has been said Always live the Mothership I had Alzheimer's when they questioned me When j'pense to you, I think missionary, not legionnaire I'm posting in the room your mother In the commissioner's office I'm c**aine, you're sleeping pill My God, how many fake n***as proliferate I have the best flow of the universe My Glock my first wife, so I left to Lucie J'gagne the lottery, 20 smoke join J'voyage badly as a lo-ki-ing in the will When they ask me, the harki talks to Three Monkeys J'te draws a large ball as a gnocchi in the larynx [Verse 2: Future] It's murder for hire I put coke in the tires I got dope on the flight There's birds on the Phantom Burning money like Cam'ron Coming straight out the gutter Drinking that dirty Sprite syrup I f** all your kids and your mother Me and young b**ba, we bosses Down in Miami we flossin' I just be tripping with flavor They call like, “Where is the sauce?” I got a kilo and bought me a kilo Tony Montana and I got the yayo These b**hes be loving a n***a for hitting a hater sh**, these b**h a** n***as won't let me have my moment Knock and dodges to my enemy Bagging up, selling these c**a leaves Then I go take me a shopping spree I want a brand new AR with a 100-round drum on it That money really make her cum, b**h Then go put your tongue on it That b**h really yours, n***a? You better put alarm on it I ain't go to Harvard, n***a That's word to my momma, n***a I put that presidential Rollie on that b**h And then she mine, my n***a I grind and I shine, my n***a I ain't wasting no time, my n***a I'm smashing your freak on the pa**enger seat Shoot at you n***as, saying, “f** all the beef!” I got ammo for days Run around in the Caymans Mac-11 in the Bentley And I ride for my real n***as Only God can judge me When you live like a field n***a When you don't feel n***as Sometimes you gotta k** n***as [Outro: Future] Word up to my motherf**ing riders, ya heard me? Everybody getting sprayed up right now I can't keep out these hoes XXX They might turn on me, mo'f**er I'm ‘bout to got a blue story n***a sh** ‘bout to get real uncomfortable for you n***as, ya heard? b**ba ! Belucci! Freebandz! Freebandz! Freebandz! Wooh