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obama - future lyrics

[intro]
yo, brrrd
gang, gang
baby jay

[chorus]
soon as i trap out, i go hit the dealer
soon as i sellout, i go hit the jeweler
you know i hit it, she draped in designer
if i get a call from mich*lle obama
f*ckin’ this cougar, same age as my momma
f*ck all that bullsh*t, go f*ck on cierra
seven six duse when it come out the barrel
i took a shot at your wifey, [?]

[verse 1]
reach for the chain, yo’ lil brother gon’ die
cartier ventures sittin’ over my eye
i f*ck this r&b chick on the side
ain’t droppin’ names, i might hit her at nine
you know i hit it, she rockin’ dеsigner
high definitions with no limit diamonds
f*ck the b*tch, gavе her to adrian bonner
money and power came off of the corner
load up the stick, i got blood on my diamonds
i get to p*ssin’ on dolce gabbana
give me three minutes i’m movin’ them [?]
ride with them bricks, put the work in the honda
go cop the lamb’, i just jug alabama
stressin’ the [?] and ain’t got no manners
richer than ice cream, too hard too handle
i get this n*gga stuck up in the slammer
[chorus]
soon as i trap out, i go hit the dealer
soon as i sellout, i go hit the jeweler
you know i hit it, she draped in designer
if i get a call from mich*lle obama
f*ckin’ this cougar, same age as my momma
f*ck all that bullsh*t, go f*ck on cierra
seven six duse when it come out the barrel
i took a shot at your wifey, [?]

[verse 2]
[?] your ice, this sh*t white as madonna
dog the b*tch out, now she [?]
scotty the shot, hit your wife in the sprinter
b*tch suck me for lunch and ate me for dinner
f*ck the security, i fit down the pistol
pop me a half or a thirty, then k!ll em’
i whip the rose, like it’s a chevy
my b*tch try to leave, i’m gettin’ [?]
lil honey bun on gold veneer
retired out the trap, i’m a boss for real
you gon’ be workin’ your whole career
f*ck on yo’ b*tch, made her eat up my girl
[?] n*gga, just drinkin’ on syrup
cluthin’ the drum, this the one with the [?]
diamond in ring, i can barely can hear
f*ck on a singer, she ready to get married
[chorus]
soon as i trap out, i go hit the dealer
soon as i sellout, i go hit the jeweler
you know i hit it, she draped in designer
if i get a call from mich*lle obama
f*ckin’ this cougar, same age as my momma
f*ck all that bullsh*t, go f*ck on cierra
seven six duse when it come out the barrel
i took a shot at your wifey, [?]

[outro]
baby jay

- future lyrics

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