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Seven Rings

アーティスト:Future  アルバム:EVOL 

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Tote them pistols, poppin, say it's a problem I told you off the top that I would sign 'em I told you we get money, 'bout to peel out I told you half of these niggas we be winning My left and right hand Robert Horry Plus my nigga pop Xans unemployed I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids I tried to tell you when I came, it was God I'm washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them 20 different strippers, money double, triple Started off slizzered, they callin' me the wizard Vetti got that Porsche, Casino got that Porsche Killers all I know, feel 'em up with the dough You know I'm on that syrup, 'bout to send the word To niggas really argue who gon' shoot you first Fatface wanna do you, Blade wanna do you This bitch from Guyana, layin' low with that hammer Tryin' to fuck her on camera I pray that my young nigga'll kill you on camera You come too close, nigga, I'ma have to kill you on camera I hate to discuss it My left and right hand Robert Horry Plus my nigga pop Xans unemployed I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids I tried to tell you when I came, it was God I'm washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that Chillin' with my family, hangin'


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