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Future ft. Lil Wayne (Intro) You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story You know what I'm saying? (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (Verse 1: Future) Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk 50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge SongtextePop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup Keep a young nigga workin' gotta buss a cape I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (Verse 2: Future) Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's We was grinding up from a tube and a baby Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work I can get 36 for a clean shirt (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (Verse 3: Lil Wayne) Pop a lot of pain pills Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels Beat that pussy up like Emmett Till Yeah.... Two cell phones ringin' at the same time That's your ho, callin' from two different phones Tell that bitch "leave me the fuck alone!" See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long I got a love-hate relationship with Molly I'd rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly Boy, I'll bury you like Halle And these hoes say I'm blind, Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind Man I just received a package Them other niggas taxin' And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions And my cousin went to jail for them chickens And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin' Cut him off like karate! (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean Aus Songtexte Mania