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white and green - future lyrics

(wheezy outta here)
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
chorus (future)
i make the b*tch disappear like houdini
she ride on me just like a new lamborghini
took a few links out the rolex i feel like a god big as jay z
everywhere i go b*tches call me a king
count so much money got a brand new machine
sticks like hibachi the one wit the vein
fn (?) like a agency
sleepin on me crank the car wit no key
usually i’m pouring up exotic tea
drinkin on oil wit a bad lil frеak
trapping ain’t dead got that white and green
coast to coast slipping exotic tings
i hit your hoе in the trap wit the lean
have a h*lla of time whenever we link
holdin all way to the philippines
(verse 1)
purchase my [?] for my guillotines
do what i did and i got me some things i ain’t never seen
pourin it up like it’s caffeine
came out the gutter word up to my mother, i came out the gutter told magazine
strapped in the field for the causally stand in the field, and you i’m not a athlete
benjamin franklin done got in my pockets, done got in my veins, it done got in my pours
surfin australia surfin america surfin nastalia i’m surfin dior
rich n*gga f*ck the b*tch just like i’m pour
stars in the ceiling rolls royce in the floor
(stars in the ceiling rolls royce on the floor)

chorus (future)
i make the b*tch disappear like houdini
she ride on me just like a new lamborghini
took a few links out the rolex i feel like a god big as jay z
everywhere i go b*tches call me a king
count so much money got a brand new machine
sticks like hibachi the one wit the vein
fn (?) like a agency
sleepin on me crank the car wit no key
usually i’m pouring up exotic tea
drinkin on oil wit a bad lil freak
trapping ain’t dead got that white and green
coast to coast slipping exotic tings
i hit your hoe in the trap wit the lean
have a h*lla of time whenever we link
holdin all way to the philippines
(verse 2 yo gotti)
i’m true to the game i’ve never been lame i got her a rolls truck ice out her chain
put dirt on my name i’ll knock out ya plane i’m burning ahead in that new mulsane
these ain’t bugattis they emerald cuts
got a new b*tch she a bouji lil sl*t
ain’t no meeting wit me unless the millions and up
ain’t kicking it wit me less the b*tch wanna f*ck
had choppas in the band though you already know that
ask about me know somewhere where your hoe at
ten mil throw back
and you know it’s f*ck 12 gotta know that
i make da b*tch disappear like houdini
she gave me head in that new lamborghini
you bought a birkin i bought the bikinis
this patek a 1 of 1 you never seen it

- future lyrics

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