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ig model/dead - future lyrics

[intro]
f*ckin’ on a ig model, when i get through, i’m kickin’ her out, she dead
sh*t dead now, sh*t over
(atl jacob, atl jacob)

[chorus]
dead, dead, dead, dead
dead, dead, dead, dead
dead, dead, dead, dead
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: future]
well i’m still in the lamb on the tesla, but i’m still in the lamb
still goin’ ham, my hitters muslim but they still goin’ ham
drop ’em and hit ’em and pull up and pay ’em
ain’t with the [?], ain’t with the scam
tyson, we breakin’ sh*t, die for the fam
ain’t wit’ no cap but i run with the [?]
custom interior, camе with the hem
cook up the yay’, makе it jump out the chair
ten carat diamond, it’s dancin’ like [?]
lil married b*tch, made her [?]
i’m careless, i’m [?]
i’m tryna show you how much i don’t need you
soon as you left, i went and bought a new beamer
i went to hollywood [?]
i took a loss and the [?]
back on the [?]
f*ckin’ on a ig model, when i get through, i’m kickin’ her out, she dead
none of my opps ain’t poppin’ outside ’cause if they do, they dead
young n*gga iced out in a new drop top lookin’ like a [?]
i keep it player with these diamonds
i keep it player with this money, long way
[chorus]
dead, dead, dead, dead
you, dead, dead, dead
all ya’ll, dead, dead
dead, dead, dead
where your opp
f*ck they block
yeah, yeah, yeah
hit him in the top
put a switch on the glock
[?]
you rollin’ the dice

[verse 2: lil durk]
brodie od’d off the xan, i hope my b*tch understand
i put the switch on the ten, this ain’t no regular mclaren
freddie, b*tch get your feet out the bed
i’m off these drugs, i don’t mean what i’m sayin’
i know a k!ller who forcin’ my hand
big ass veneers, you pay them in cash
six carat earrings, won’t hear what you sayin’
fly to [?], put your feet in the sand
why you run off and i gave you a ten
gave her a lamb, like bury your benz
b*tch i’m a dawg, i’ll marry your friends
baccarat oil, i’m rubbin’ it in
b*tch you look poor, you don’t got a man
f*ck while she sore, she pee in the bed
[?], and f*ck her again
went on my live and i upped a mill’
heard you be lyin’, did you f*ck ’em for real
b*tterfly nervous, put her on chanel
hold up the line ’cause she post to amiri
she want two hundred, i gave her a nickel
i took a pic with the switch in the mirror

- future lyrics

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