Tag: FUTURE

FUTURE Hardly

Welcome to thetheologyofjoe Lyrics FUTURE Hardly Lyrics, singer by FUTURE

I remember, it was New Years. We was in the studio when I did Chosen , my nigga Double D was there. I started sayin’ look D Chinchilla cause he had the chinchilla and shit. Real, you know what I’m sayin’? This that super Future, fire marshall Future, Future Hendrix, you know the whistle, you understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I’m sayin’?

[Hook:]
Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly
Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything
You know I hardly forget anything

Call them niggas to the dirt
Margiela my fur
I was overdosin’ on percs
Wakin’ up, drankin’ that syrup
Bentley Spur with the curtains
Balenciagas, my proteges
I wear them shits like Michael Js
Wash the molly down with champagne

Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah
Hope it take away all this damn pain
Hope it take away all this damn pain

[Hook]

Crack in the bushes
I’m tryna buy me a new 88 Cutlass Supreme
Every day hustlin’, I gotta go get it
I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream
Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it
All of my love, I gave it to my city
All of that game you gave me, can’t forget it
All that finessin’ you gave me, ain’t forget it
I turned the whole world up
Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin’
These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it
They’d rather go ask for somethin’
Remember them days I had to load it up
And put on my mask for somethin’
Remember we juuged for somethin’
Remember we take for somethin’
I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it
I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit
I’m easily agitated, get intoxicated, try to fight the demons
Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on
Hope my legacy live on
That’s why I wrote this song
I ain’t have to write this song
Future Hendrix is forever

[Hook]

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FUTURE YSL Cheetah

Welcome to thetheologyofjoe Lyrics FUTURE YSL Cheetah Lyrics, singer by FUTURE

[Hook: x2]
YSL cheetah these are not adidas
Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda
Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic
Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching

Tiger strike Versace got me acting lil verace
Shoe games far, eat Christian not horacis
European jackets, I got scarfs on a tire
Fresh… lil nigga I’m messiah
Gucci’s on my face and I’m looking right by you
Ysl hot tubs, man on fire
Denzel Washington key way flier
Chick on your hit, young nigga we will but her
Audemar from davis, swirl in the water
Adding 30 pounders, little cost up and extra corner
25 racks to the future, that’s from deal main
Million dollar city, yeah I’m getting real money

[Hook: x2]
YSL cheetah these are not adidas
Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda
Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic
Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching

Wearing up sweaters, cost a main treasure
White canary yellow, purple or the yellow
Codeine habits, the Honda for the carriage
Took it in the goose shirt cause I don’t like to wear it
Boss of the century, iPad memory
Thousand dollars shoe game, boosting up my energy
Versaces on the sofa, made the bitch super soak
Burberry blazer with the red bottom loafers
Every single color, I’m a free bands hustler
Ysl cheetah, pay my feet inside the jungle
Money over bitches, swear to God I never love them
Rock star life they call me future hugh hefner

[Hook: x2]
YSL cheetah these are not adidas
Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda
Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic
Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching

I told her ride it like a rarri, pop it like a molly
Ysl belt, and my jeans is cavali
Red bottoms on like my feet just caught a body
Red bottoms on like my feet just caught a body
I’m the hottest and the coldest, the flies and you nodes
Balence I got sneakers, stepping on you cockroaches
My chain cost a kilo, that don’t include the piece though
That cost another kilo, my watch another kilo
All the girls they love me, I was taught to get money
Look down in my rollie, it’s always time to get money
They get fly, I am fly, they burn fly, I’m jet fly
While animals, I wear those
They friendly, come pet mine

[Hook: x2]
YSL cheetah these are not adidas
Splash in the sauce, side me is like bary geeda
Tiger strike Versace, all the girls exotic
Ice playing hockey, I can see you but you watching.

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FUTURE Fetti

Welcome to thetheologyofjoe Lyrics FUTURE Fetti Lyrics, singer by FUTURE

Freebandz Sunny in this motherfucker
Original Black Migo gang
Yo Metro, yo Metro, yo Metro

[Hook:]
Don’t make me go and get the Wraith
I’m tryna dodge another case
Order Ace of Spades by the case
Tell ’em shoot the nigga in his face
I keep a pack of wolves by the safe
I rob the bank, I’m goin’ on a chase
I hear the styrofoam, they goin’ crazy
I got my chains on, they like lasers
And you gon’ make me go and get the carbon
And I was tacky back when I was starvin’
And I ain’t lookin’ back with these fortunes
I’m pickin’ up hella endorsements
My chain is yellow on yellow
My bitch, she’s yellow on yellow
In the kitchen remixin’ this yola
They ran out of red, I’m drinkin’ on yellow
Tell me you came with the ‘fetti
Tell me you came with some ‘fetti
Tell me you came with some ‘fetti
Tell me you came with the ‘fetti
Tell me you came with the ‘fetti
Tell me you came with some ‘fetti
Tell me you came with the ‘fetti
Tell me you came with some ‘fetti

[Verse 1:]
‘Fetti, ‘fetti, ‘fetti, ‘fetti
Reincarnated Makaveli
Audemars Piguet a presi (presi)
Presidential with a bezzy (bezzy)
And I’m sharper than a machete
I done made it, now I’m greedy
Takin’ the codeine, it’s red
I shake it up in a Tahiti
200 somethin’ sittin’ on the dash
The Bentley Spur makin’ ’em crash
Sippin’ codeine, rollin’ grass
I don’t agree what you’re doin’
I don’t agree who you’re screwin’
I fucked around, opened a traphouse in Europe
I fucked around, throwed away all of my problems
They ran out of singles, I’m throwin’ up hundreds

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Tell me you came with the wax
Man, I’m about flippin’ some stacks
Man, I’m about flippin’ some racks
I had to flip me some racks
You can treasure and honor this
I’m the one breakin’ my promises
I started losin’ my conscience
We creepin’ like Jeepers Creepers
That codeine is sleepy, sleepy
That codeine, it got us so sleepy
I’m plannin’ on savin’ my soul
Ain’t fuckin’ ’round savin’ no hoes
I burn up a zip, that’s a’ O
You can smell all this weed on my clothes

[Hook]

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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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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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