Future - Sh!t (Megamix) lyrics

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Future - Sh!t (Megamix) lyrics

Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking 'bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking 'bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** sh** sh** Bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms (sh**) That's a quarter milly on a hand job n***a Blllll stick 'em f** you and every n***a came witcha, f** Gone put a n***a on a picture, f** Gone put a n***a on a t-shirt, t-shirt Back in the day when a n***a sell dope I'mma slap your daddy all of dem put'em in a hole Glock forty woo, turn on, turn on My ambitions as a rider Sipping on lean getting higher n***a im a codein buyer No you ain't no foreign whip driver Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only You never walk around with a lot of money Bundles falling all out your pocket When you hit 'em in the head can you keep a solid Bulletproof whip we'll blow it up Like some raw uncut don't blow it up Represent your gain n***a throw it up I don't give a f** where you at throw it up Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking 'bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh**, sh**, sh** Catch a n***a slipping at the red light With ya AK, let me see you shoot it, shoot it You're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon n***a let me see you prove it Presidential rollie and its glidin' Love a n***a wrist when its shinin' Hate a n***a wrist when its blingin' So I went and added more diamonds Hot boy n***a, BG (BG) That's the way these young n***as eat (eat) Drinking on syrup can't sleep (can't sleep) Keep a couple standing with ya partner Blockbuster n***as running around with real choppers n***a what's the color of them bottles, they ain't gold (ain't gold) Now you moving round with ya ho, You ain't even sticking to the code Pimps up, pimps up, hoes down, hoes down A pool full of money and I'm 'bout to drown I'mma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown bu*ton up suits at the Grammy's (Grammy) Had to turn it up for the family (Hommie?) Yes I'm a Freebandz bandit Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't 'bought sh** Talking 'bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't 'bought sh** Talking 'bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**