• 標題:712PM (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Future
  • 專輯:I NEVER LIKED YOU (Explicit)
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    712PM (Explicit) - Future
    Lyrics by:Nayvadius Wilburn/Bryan Simmons/Stephen Gilarde/Wesley Glass/Nicholas Berlinger
    Composed by:Nayvadius Wilburn/Bryan Simmons/Stephen Gilarde/Wesley Glass/Nicholas Berlinger
    8

    Wheezy outta here
    Sitting behind five percent you can see the chinain
    Lil' one going crazy ready to sprrt for the ginang
    If it wasn't for Google man that b***h wouldn't know my nickname
    Dropped a Maybach truck on a watch and it was plain jane
    Let the door swang swang the door open smell c*****e
    Trafficking d**g money and trap outta this one lane
    Stepped all in mud this b***h can't wait to tie my shoelace
    Oh she don't like girls bet this money make a b***h so gay
    Money real long big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump
    Yellow wrist stones canary yellow stones I'm putting on that stuff
    Digging in her back pull out my money make a b***h bust a nut
    Came out the bando just to buy diapers had to hit me a lick
    I bought the Tahoe from the trap money haven't even seen a brick
    C*****e by the kilo these days put it right on my wrist
    You can still see the chain lit up sitting behind five percent
    Every time I re-up they gotta advance at least twenty M
    I been getting richer and richer my whole career
    Took the d**e money went and record a mixtape it's rappers way out
    Sitting on a bail toting a big K ain't even got a couch
    To Australia I'm familiar spent two million on a jet
    In that dualie doing the dash I let lil' dawg he hold a TEC
    I got mollies with the crystals but I been back doing X
    Got a Rolex on my wrist this b***h cost 'bout a Corvette
    Give these n***as a couple bands and hit your face and hit your chest
    I was rolling off the pills I should've never f**ked the b***h
    I got h*es these n***as married I don't let 'em go they come through
    I got my fentanyl in my diamonds I spend a nine on a pair of shoes
    I don't even care who these n***as shot at ain't nobody got merked
    I got some real killers they'll kill a n***a then go and shoot up the hearse
    You think a n***a like me give a f**k 'bout a n***a shooting up the church
    I gotta take this s**t up with God 'cause I'm a God on the earth
    I got this motherf**kin' new Benz I ain't even drove it since it came out
    Couple of bad b***hes they twins walkin' naked through my house
    Cook good d**e up in the kitchen I could do that top shelf
    B***hes still claiming me I ain't f**ked over yet
    Cartier wrist Cartier watch Cartier diamond buff