Future - Relationship lyrics

Relationship lyrics

Featuring ,

Published

0 780 0

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future] Shinin' hard 'cause we back up Rose gold from your neck up You know you gon' get stopped tryna check us Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey I'm in a relationship with all my b**hes, yeah I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help I got some bad tings, I want 'em to myself Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help I know how to make the girls go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my b**hes on yachts, we don't do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me [Verse 1: Young Thug & Future] No baby, your collection, won't stand for it You know you're in relationship with all us I get a few texts a day sayin', "It's all yours" I got a few states on speed dial like good d** Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag Chart broke, b**h 'bout to drag n***a had M's 'fore a** Got a brand new b**h, who that? Rock the flooded AP, all black White toes, give me a tan Cocaine, kilo tan All a b**h wanna do is shine Audemars, pick which kind I made you a starter You went from a dime to a quarter I cheat code the projects I'm leaving that loud in apartments, yeah Don't play with a sergeant, I'm ready to spar it She s** on my dick, I'm hidin' in the closet I'm hidin' the dope, three mil' in the room You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons [Chorus: Young Thug & Future] Shinin' hard 'cause we back up Rose gold from your neck up You know you gon' get stopped tryna check us Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey I'm in a relationship with all my b**hes, yeah I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help I got some bad tings, I want 'em to myself Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help I know how to make the girls go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my b**hes on yachts, we don't do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me [Verse 2: Young Thug & Future] I bought the jet-skis f** it, bring the yacht please I made you queen status Check out my lean status I'm in a relationship with all my b**hes, yeah I put my dick inside her mouth before she left Yeah, I built relationships with all my b**hes, yes I put my dick right in her mouth before she act I got your b**h in a backpack I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room Got a penthouse in the back, it ain't my main room Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent That's the only reason I let 'em fly private [Chorus: Young Thug & Future] Shinin' hard 'cause we back up Rose gold from your neck up You know you gon' get stopped tryna check us Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey I'm in a relationship with all my b**hes, yeah I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help I got some bad tings, I want 'em to myself Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help I know how to make the girls go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my b**hes on yachts, we don't do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.