The C.U.B.S. - Yours Truly - FU.B.A.R (Freestyle) lyrics

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The C.U.B.S. - Yours Truly - FU.B.A.R (Freestyle) lyrics

[Freestyle: Yours Truly] f** tomorrow fill that bowl and light me up No competition find me sleeping, write me up Expect no response, unrequited love, b**h i'm a boss Of my own life, s** on this.. it'll all be alright, haaaa World through my eyes, lies on my mind, head on a flight Head of my cla**, swimming in cash, flowing inside Stop riding the dick, Hop on a train, seconds to spot Run up a train, up on yo b**h, no seconds of thought Smoke out my face, can't see my face, can't feel my phase They swear I'm the same, I swear to their face, My life's a heat haze Watch the six in the sky, the 3 to the your face, 2K every night These n***as is light, my bars kinda heavy is you n***as aight? You say your b**h a ride or die, this dick gon might make her suicide Purp gon take me super high, them martians gon be super tight Tell these hoes to shut their mouth we don't need to be supervised The future won't be televised, it's right before your eyes Shape it yourself, yeah that's that Plato sh** Love don't cost a thing, yeah that's that Jlo sh** b**h I ain't lose my heart, some b**h lost the sh** Ain't never lost my faith, just always questioned it Train of thoughts pick me up... & put me down Words that I cannot sound out just bounce around from low to loud I ain't low I smoke that loud **Lighter clicking** I love that sound... Money talks... so b**h why would I watch my mouth? This is me so please, leave me the f** alone FUBAR n***a, let that sh** be known! Man, f** your bars and f** your b**h This young Dominiking from brooklyn finna run your sh** I would f** your mother, f** your sister, f** your brother up sh**.. Double cup my drink, & double motherf** your clique, b**h! Stopped giving a f** suddenly b**hes wanna f** me So I f** a bad b**h then it's f** that bad b**h! I'm on to the next, ain't fair to your ex Ain't fair to the next, ain't fair to the rest I'm fairly impressed, ain't fair to your dress You could keep it on, with your panties down to your legs Get down to the rest, rest and get down once again.. I tell em ease up, sit back, smoke a bit of that shisha We G'd up, past f**ed up, pa** a bit of that reefa Pour some purp in that liter, get lit up, my clique up Pop triggers at livers, pop pussies & liquor n***a I'm gone, never coming down I be coming up with sh**, ain't got time to write it down They ain't f**ing with me now, I run it like forest gump If n***as say they breathe this sh**, then I just took that dump n***a! [Outro: Yours Truly] Wooo... Hype these n***as kaki!