FUTURE Whats Wrong

Welcome to thetheologyofjoe Lyrics FUTURE Whats Wrong Lyrics, singer by FUTURE

[INTRO]
I can’t answer questions for these fake ass niggas
I’m not about to tweet all you fake motherfuckers
comment on instagram you bitches

[CHORUS]
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
you love these hoes more than you love money
these niggas mad dat I’m stuntin’
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
I went to space and they felt left
I Guess you broke and you need help
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
We turning up and they turning down
we smoking kush and by the pound
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
Yeen smashing models like us
Ain’t popping bottles like us
Ain’t getting money like us
What the fuck wrong with these niggas

[VERSE 1]
I’m outta I Told you in was in pluto
My wallet chain by prada and my pockets on a sumo
let me find out you cuffin hoes, we trippin off one blunt
my dawg I bought a bunch of smoke
The ferarri suicidal I done blowed out the brain
she exotic she got a body put her on a plane
you can have her man I don’t want her she just came from spain
I just made a movie and took a green card back again
I Just went back to the dealership bought another benz
I had to order that 65 before it come in
I’m new millenium, maserati trucks of course
we came from nothing, we grinded up and jumped off the porch

[CHORUS]
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
you love these hoes more than you love money
these niggas mad dat I’m stuntin’
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
I went to space and they felt left
I Guess you broke and you need help
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
We turning up and they turning down
we smoking kush and by the pound
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
Yeen smashing models like us
Ain’t popping bottles like us
Ain’t getting money like us
What the fuck wrong with these niggas

[VERSE 2]
My Shoes (What Dem Is) They Made By YSL
My Lil Boo (Aye What She In) She Stay In That Chanel
Whats wrong with you, I’m getting money cant you tell
They so confused, Cuz I Ain’t need no auto-tune
my team in here turnt up to the maximum we’re cooling
If you wanna get dem mushing my shit good then we can do it
five thousand on a outfit let me show you how I do it
I got bandz coming in dawg, faster than suzuki
Rockstar status dis da way I chunk my dueces
I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to, dat girl she bad and choosing
they get mad when you take it and they hate you when you make it
patiently waiting, dat money coming like it aint got no patience

[CHORUS]
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
you love these hoes more than you money
these niggas mad dat I’m stuntin’
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
I went to space and they felt left
I Guess you broke and you need help
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
We turning up and they turning down
we smoking kush and by the pound
What the fuck wrong with these niggas
Yeen smashing models like us
Ain’t popping bottles like us
Ain’t getting money like us
What the fuck wrong with these niggas

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FUTURE Gangland

Welcome to thetheologyofjoe Lyrics FUTURE Gangland Lyrics, singer by FUTURE

[Intro:]
Future Hendrix
Yeah
It ain’t a secret
Straight up

[Verse:]
I’m the one who got the presi’ flooded
You wear more chanel than anybody?
You the type to get ya man indicted
I’m the type to pull up in a Spider
I’m the type to drive a hummer
Put a hunna round clip in a dirty riffle
It’s dirty when it got a homi on it
Fuck that nigga put a bounty on em
I’m the one that put that dirty in the cup
Had you sippin’ noddin’ off nigga
You was gettin’ fronted runnin’ off nigga
I made myself to a boss nigga
Put a hundred carats in a cross nigga
Put a 200 thousand on a cross nigga
Could never sleep cause it a cost niggas
They can never see my palms sweaty
You a never seen the hunger in me
I’m sick and tired of being humbled nigga
This money put a lot of demons in me
Went and tatted all these angels on me
Fuck that nigga put a tracker on em
Then we throw a Pat Riley on em
These commas coming in
These haters coming in
The karma coming back from when I was gettin’ it in
My baby mama tryna sue again
Bought my littles wins Christian Louboutins
Get my nigga Conversary in the pen
Got the federallies on a nigga chin
Fuck the Benz, imma whip the Spur
Fuck my Spur bought my bitch a Ghost
I’m full of syrup and I’m seeing ghost
I’m pushing Heroin right through NO

[Pre-Hook:]
Got that boy boy like New Orleans ya hear me?
Runnin that pack through Chi Town, Memphis, All up through B More DC

[Hook:]
Lil’ Mexico turf a gang land
Maybe Kane like I’m Soloman
Does anybody kill a nigga?
Do you have the heart to kill a nigga?
100 thousand for a lawyer, gotta be a Johnnie Cochran.
Take the dope off the border, from the water, put it in the water

[Verse 2:]
Know some Mexicanos down in Georgia(my migos)
We on every channel when we pop it
Hit em in the head and start braggin’ bout it
They on 7th street
They gotta bunch of bodies
Gotta bunch of chains
My neck is very crowded
When I flood the street
They have a powder shower
Know the recipe, you need to learn about it
Finnesin’ niggas, gotta learn about it
I could cook it in the microwave
I got ya baby momma with the shits
Got ya son sittin’ on a brick
My teacher said I wouldn’t be shit
She even know what I represent
Free Band Gang President
Money up, everything nigga
Everything else irrelevant

[Hook]

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JILL SCOTT Whenever You’re Around

Welcome to thetheologyofjoe Lyrics JILL SCOTT Whenever You’re Around Lyrics, singer by JILL SCOTT

[Intro:]
Hey
Mmmm hmmm,
Listen to me,listen to me,listen to me,
listen to me
Listen to me,listen to me,listen to me,listen…

I’ve been talking to this man
He’s been saying what I like and
He makes me smile,
When I’m down,so down

He says sweet things in my ear
All the things that I needed to hear
But that’s as far as it’s gone
I promise,I promise

But I enjoy it,I love it so
Cause it seems like I’m always alone
You’re at arms reach
But baby,
Where are you?
Where are you?

Cause I got this fire
Sweet and true
But I’m cold as ice around you

[Chorus:]
Cause I’m lonely
Whenever you’re around
Cause I’m lonely
Whenever you’re around

[Instrumental Break]

Whoa,whoa,whoa
What happened to the wonderful thing
we had
It seems like you’re missing in action
And I’m tired,I’m tired
I’m tired,I’m tired,I’m tired,I’m tired

I don’t wanna lose this good life
But I ain’t scared
If I’m going to be the only one participating
in this

[Chorus]

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FUTURE Watch This

Welcome to thetheologyofjoe Lyrics FUTURE Watch This Lyrics, singer by FUTURE

Lil mexico Nigga you see it!
FreeBandz nigga!

Aye watch me watch how it dance,
Watch it light up and glist
Watch this chain how it shine
Watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie I see you watchin this shit
Watch me walk in the club,
Watch how crazy it get
Watch this, watch this
Aye watch this, aye watch this
Watch this, aye watch this
Man watch this, Man watch this
See you standin there just watchin, I’m a give you somethin to look at
Standin there just watchin I’m a give you somethin to look at
(Watch this)

Ya standin there just watchin I’m a give you somethin to look at
All these damn diamonds, man just mothafuckin look at
Keep that shit a milli
I’d be lyin if I ain’t dilly
Got them True Religion billings pop so many tags, it’s silly
My dog called a 30, and they say he gone appeal it,
I’m blowin through the racks like a fan on da ceiling
She got that stupid brain, But my heart ain’t got no feeling
I’m iced out forreal dawg, I’m pourin up trippin,
Slowin up my motions like my diamonds black might feel me,
My nigga rolling stone, we some mothafuckin hippies
Got a hundred thousand soldiers I ain’t mothafuckin slippin
I can wear my ice anywhere without no supervision

Aye watch me watch how it dance,
Watch it light up and glist
Watch this chain how it shine
Watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie I see you watchin this shit
Watch me walk in the club,
Watch how crazy it get
Watch this, watch this
Aye watch this, aye watch this
Watch this, aye watch this
Man watch this, Man watch this
See you standin there just watchin, I’m a give you somethin to look at
Standin there just watchin I’m a give you somethin to look at
(Watch this)

I’m a cold hard criminal, everythang flashin
Young rich nigga, all my hoes gettin nasty
Booty shakin bitches, love a nigga with Fantastic
See the money comin, I’m a flip it like Gymnastic,
10 band jewels that ain’t even worth my glasses,
Moscato and Patron, Platinum dumpin out the ashes,
Scrolled like aspen, Designer are my passion,
Fuck ya babymomma like Kourtney Kardashian,
Scotty call my phone, I be pickin up laughin
Sixth fifth shoppin, true story, I ain’t braggin
I’d like to thank my jeweler, all these bad bitches I’m baggin
Check like mine, no talk straight smashin

Aye watch me watch how it dance,
Watch it light up and glist
Watch this chain how it shine
Watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie I see you watchin this shit
Watch me walk in the club,
Watch how crazy it get
Watch this, watch this
Aye watch this, aye watch this
Watch this, aye watch this
Man watch this, Man watch this
See you standin there just watchin, I’m a give you somethin to look at
Standin there just watchin I’m a give you somethin to look at
(Watch this)

Everybody know my M.O, money long like Li-Mo
Came in the game, I spend a mil like mothafucka them OH,
Aye watch this, Watch me,
Aye watch me wiggle this for’em
Aye watch me turn that one to two, then that two into four
I need all the extra I can get
You smile, hold it, put it back there getta,
Aye watch me remix this bitch
Aye watch me count a couple hundred
Watch me pick up da lot
Aye watch me pull dat Aston Martin out, like look what I got
Aye watch how everybody watch me everytime that I talk
Aye watch me walk with my limp
Aye boy you know I got that york
Aye watch me stand on the couch,
Watch how they re-act when I throw this cash up in the air, watch this re-enactment

Aye watch me watch how it dance,
Watch it light up and glist
Watch this chain how it shine
Watch it wink and it kiss
Watch the movie, young homie I see you watchin this shit
Watch me walk in the club,
Watch how crazy it get
Watch this, watch this
Aye watch this, aye watch this
Watch this, aye watch this
Man watch this, Man watch this
See you standin there just watchin, I’m a give you somethin to look at
Standin there just watchin I’m a give you somethin to look at
(Watch this)

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FUTURE 2Pac

Welcome to thetheologyofjoe Lyrics FUTURE 2Pac Lyrics, singer by FUTURE

[Hook:]
I got a bandana ’round my head like I’m 2pac
My little brother he ain’t scared he got two Glocks
Push a blunt in my dreads I’m with 2pacs
Hes my young nigga he’ll shoot you for a two pack
A bandana ’round my head like I’m 2pac
My little cousins they got feds around with two choppers
And when you imaginate they tryna’ sell you two flocks
Got a bandana ’round my head like I’m 2pac

Got a bandana ’round my head screaming thug life
I get faded out the vans on a money day
Got a bandana round my head like a soilder
Get that chopper on a nigga like Magnoli
Push a blunt in my dreads I’m with two pacs
For my brother 16 birthday momma bought a new Glock
These niggas taking out they head for a new watch
My young nigga he ain’t scared he oughta new baller
How to fuck around and catch that hollow om some looters huh
Bitch ain’t never speed no iglo I swear two chopper
Got a bandana ’round my head like I’m birdman
I love my dope, when my grandma had a servent

[Hook]

These hood bitches loving a nigga like alpo
My lil cousin got that yapper automatic bro
Got designer on my collar like I’m banjo
I got all these problems with polo dojo
These niggas killing everyobodys bitches fuck that dirty pussy
These niggas ain’t used to pimping they gon’ pay for pussy
Got that bandana round my head like a rebel boy
All this money in my system I can see the devil
Ain’t playing with these broke niggas, skip to the other round
Caught a felony, can feel the kilos
On me now feel me now feel me
They have lasers on me now they wanna kill me
Got banna clips on banna clips on bannana clips

[Hook]

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JILL SCOTT Only You

Welcome to thetheologyofjoe Lyrics JILL SCOTT Only You Lyrics, singer by JILL SCOTT

Ain’t go’n be no eyes
To make me turn away
Ain’t go’n be no kiss
To make me contemplate
Walking out the door
And never coming back no more
(Ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,g-g-go’n)

Ain’t go’n be no cologne
To make me say goodbye
Ain’t go’n be no words
To make me change my mind
Throw away all I know
For something physical
(Ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,g-g-go’n)

[Chorus:]
Only U
Only U
Only you can make me leave the key and
lock the door
and never come back no muh muh muh, more
Only U
C-c-c come,come

Ain’t go’n be no style
To make me change my smile
(Ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,g-g-go’n)
Ain’t go’n be no stroll
To make me lose control

(Ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,ain’t go’n,g-g-go’n)
Of my sanity
Oh no,it won’t be me.

Only you can make me leave the key and
lock the door

And never come back no muh muh
muh,more
Only you can make me leave the key and
lock the door
And never come back no muh muh
muh,more

[Chorus]
[Repeats and echoes until end:]

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FUTURE Turn On The Lights (Remix)

Welcome to thetheologyofjoe Lyrics FUTURE Turn On The Lights (Remix) Lyrics, singer by FUTURE

[Intro – Future (Lil Wayne)]
I?m lookin? for her
Astronaut
(Tunechi)
I?m lookin? for her
I?m lookin? for her
(Remix)
I?m lookin? for her
Yeah

[Verse 1 – Future]
Is that her in the VIP line?
With the Vuitton and Yves Saint Laurent
Used to drive a Nissan now she in a Beamer
I don?t want her cause she from the corner
And I heard that Beamer was a loaner
Her old man the owner
And I don?t even drink Corona?s
What type of drink you want huh?
On champagne forever, on dirty sprite forever
You can come sip with me if you?d like to change the weather
If you wanna live better, we can buy a crib wherever
Don?t get too thirsty, get used to this cheddar
I wanna tell the world about you just so they can get jealous
And if you see her ?fore I do, tell her I wish that I?ve met her
Turn on the lights, I?m lookin? for her too
I heard she keep her promises and never turn on you
I heard she ain?t gon? cheat and she gon? never make no move
I heard she be there anytime you need her, she come through
Turn on the lights

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
This dick is for you
I ask her is it true and she say ?like a horseshoe?
She got that nigga name covered, that?s a war wound
She lay me on my back and ride this dick like vroooom
Then I?

[Hook – Future]
Turn on the lights, I?m lookin? for her
I?m lookin? for her, I?m lookin? for her
Turn on the lights
I?m lookin? for her, I?m lookin? for her
I?m lookin? for her, I?m lookin? for her

[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
Tell her I skate
And shawty down to earth, but bitch I need my space
And she gone ride this dick, I had a long day
She say cum me anywhere you want, I give her Santa Claus face
We gon? turn up tonight, that pussy feel new
But we been fucking way before I went to Rikers Island
And now she got a man, I think he gayer than a stylist
I wish we were both single like a couple dollars
And when we get together she be on that Miley Cyrus
So we eat each other up like some Somalians
She know I got a girl, but she keep this shit a thousand
Whenever we together she don?t ever ask about us
She just be like this pussy is for you
I say come and eat this bone, and stop eating dog food
And she got that nigga name covered, that?s a war wound
And she lay me on my back and then she fuck me like boom
Then I?

[Hook – Future]
Turn on the lights, I?m lookin? for her
I?m lookin? for her, I?m lookin? for her
Turn on the lights
I?m lookin? for her, I?m lookin? for her
I?m lookin? for her, I?m lookin? for her

[Outro – Lil Wayne]
Tell her I skate, I ain?t go no worries
No Frank Ocean, I?m straight
Tunechi
Tell ?em I?m straight, Tunechi

[Outro – Future]
Tell her I been lookin? for her with a flashlight
You can?t tell her, tell her nothing cause I got my cash right
And tell her if she honest, she promise to stay true
Make sure when you tell her, tell her we goin? past the moon
Turn on the lights, I?m lookin? for her

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