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red leather - future lyrics

[intro]
so you think i ain’t gon
i ain’t gon’ speak from my heart
you know what i’m sayin, i’m one thousand, yea

i done turned a dancer to a trophy
i done bought rings like kobe
never seen her tweaked with emotions uh
she heard i sip lean she got emotional
codeine got my heart like opium
i feel her heart beating when i’m huggin’ her
take me back to kingston to see my ancestors
p*ssin’ on your grave in some red leather
turbo panamera to seek bird feathers
keep light on me likе carmelo
don’t lie to me i’m on god lеvels
forever is not long enough
if it’s in l*st what we doin’
either you a rebel, what we doin’
toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin’
a few remain nameless deserve my dedication
i just want my movement like larry davis
came from amsterdam had my head up
screenshot b*tches got me fed up
playin’ with the white with the green like a celtic
she ain’t tryna share me, she thinking selfish
i just bought my young b*tch some new rosettas
went to tokyo i had to hit the ghetto
like to kick it with her cause she play soccer
introduced her to some goons n*gga and some robbers
now she want that bentayga and it’s obvious
real patience for them big faces and i got it
still faded from the last night off molly
the ones work at magic work at folliess
i just left aunties and caught a body
f*ck your wifey at the back of the king with the diamonds
turn me on you kept all my diamonds
leave me all alone i’m throwing a party
how i’m gon’ have commitment in this world of sin
try my best to love you in this world we in
take another look at evey foreign i’m in
end up with the b*tches that i started with
i must’ve been on a pill when i recorded this
had the stick in my hand while i was typing this
i know i’m arrogant but don’t be trifling
i iced out you once and you got iced again
this guitar sound like parliament
i just blowed a check baby pardon me
all black trimmed up burgundy
keep it real with me no perjury
put ’em bags on her arm like [?]
saks fifth avenue she ran through eighty bands
got your passport ready we some aliens
got my transporter [?]
got my transporter with mercedes benz
i can’t never give up on what we had
abracadabra make my side b*tch better
chanel trench p*ssy, she taste pineapple
ima stay down with you, but don’t give me a headache
lifestyle’s radical, please excuse the medies
california housing, gettin better with my avengance
audemar richard millie came in a fedex
smash her like a grudge that i never gettin’ deaded
sippin’ on mud while i’m looking at my presi
presidental tents in the back i done made it
b*tch you better stay on your sh*t, you gettin’ graded
take you to a spa in saint barts, is you ready?
whip the double r with the stars and the headrest
caught up with these broads baby did i change the address
times got hard and i f*cked off your lashes
everything real i got my gold veneers added
motherf*ckin’ addict but i will rock a patek
if your love was a drug, maybe it’d be acid
i know i lost your trust but i made you relapse
i gotta be on a pill to tell you how i’m feelin’
i tiptoe round [?] with the devil
i take my whole boat out to bahamas
shawty ride for a real one like a gunner
i done turned a dancer to a trophy
i done bought rings like kobe
never seen her tweaked with emotions uh
she heard i sip lean she got emotional
codeine got my heart like opium
i feel her heart beating when i’m huggin’ her
take me back to kingston to see my ancestors
p*ssin’ on your grave in some red leather
p*ssin’ on your grave in some red leather

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