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Artist:Future  Album:SUPER SLIMEY 

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Young Thug DY crazy Peter Piper picker, I never kept her Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em Yeah Young Thug & Future I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro Me and my dawg's dope came in on the same boat Whippin' the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah) Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah) Trippin' 'em up like a referee up with these gators (yeah) Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah) I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah) Three shot 'em like a mothafuckin' Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah) Never lose like my mothafuckin' McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah) Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah) Count this money up with glasses like a miser (Yeah) Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah) Bad yellow skin, Philippine Envious and gin never win Chrome Heart lens, help me sin Hit him in his back, South Central Made a lot of M's right from sinnin' Ready to smoke the pen by my women I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken Ever saw me limp? That's- Future I got more rings than you got

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