Future - Appetite lyrics

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Future - Appetite lyrics

[Hook] I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young n***a leave you n***as stanky I don't know what the f** you thinkin' I don't know what the f** you drinkin' I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young n***a leave you n***as stanky I don't know what you n***as drinkin' I don't know what the f** you thinkin' [Verse 1] John F Kennedy n***a My style straight up k**ing you n***as Red bottom, Balenciaga, Balmain Like I got a bald head, n***a Michael jordan Come and fly with me I'm on a private jet Come and smoke with me I smoke a pound of ses Rich Gang n***a I can get you out a lot of debt Big faced chicks, like I hit the Georgia Lottery Like I hit the jackpot too Any b**hes coming by the three I'm at the royal pawn with all the ice Build a hundred thousand on some dice [Hook] I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young n***a leave you n***as stanky I don't know what the f** you thinkin' I don't know what the f** you drinkin' I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young n***a leave you n***as stanky I don't know what you n***as drinkin' I don't know what the f** you thinkin' [Verse 2] I done washed my hands, with a lot of mula Choppers in the night n***a, Freddie Krueger n***as scared, a million dollars Run for president and they dead Muhammed Ali n***a Ca**ius Clay Hit the vault with the dope like anime Beat the dope till the dope won't whip Four Fifths hanging off a n***a hips Spent eighty thousand bands Sak's Fifth Twenty bucks from a hundred on the shoes Spin your top n***a, put you on the news Spent two-hundred-thirty-thousand on a coupe [Hook] I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young n***a leave you n***as stanky I don't know what the f** you thinkin' I don't know what the f** you drinkin' I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young n***a leave you n***as stanky I don't know what you n***as drinkin' I don't know what the f** you thinkin' [Verse 3] Driving under the influence of Benjamins Ski mask over my face I'mma business man Sixteen ounces of raw codeine Swapped out five Ms with whoadie These b**hes that don't understand what go on behind the scene I'm rocking my gold Audemar and that b**h will bling You watching my watches Not even knowing what my sh** costs Most of these n***as faking fugazi and they flossin' Leasing your car, renting your j**elry, saying you bosses Title the cars, title the houses, and my office On the dime, my brother, my la familia, I'mma off him Rich n***a sh** I'm turning down million dollar offers [Hook] I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young n***a leave you n***as stanky I don't know what the f** you thinkin' I don't know what the f** you drinkin' I got an appetite for frame type My lil' young n***a leave you n***as stanky I don't know what you n***as drinkin' I don't know what the f** you thinkin'