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Future, Young ThugCruise Ship

BL$$D
Yeah, yeah
Future, baby, Thugger Thugger
Ayo Chef
Pockets
Everything I got came from a lick
Ice on all my watches, on a ship
Underneath the turf's the worst it's gon' get it's gon' get
Whipped up water on my wrist, think I'm a fish

Chorus
Dip and dab out the bag dab out the bag
I got Crips on Old Nat
You want problems for somethin' you want problems for somethin'
Need to get you some racks need to get you some racks
She gon' bring it to Daddy she gon' bring it to daddy
Eat the cake out her panties eat the cake out her panties
I was cool as a cat I was cool as a cat
State all facts
If I wouldn't have rapped, I'd still be rich still rich
Three million dollar house, came from evictions hood rich
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship cruise ship
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it cruise in it
If I wouldn't have rapped, I'd still be rich hood rich
If I ain't have this shit, I'd still be lit hood rich
If I fuck these hoes, then I'm trippin' I'm trippin'
I can't fuck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain't no slippin' let's go

Verse
The coupe is outside and I'm styled in the best
I see you killin' these niggas 'cause you're doin' it the best
Solitaries, ain't nothing, to me
Coughin' these like I got leukemi'
Forreal, la familia, I go gorilla, I'm part of the Bape team
Fuck you thought Supreme on the quilt, hang low, it's a drag queen
I'm in a bronze Benz, I think it's the wagon
Ever since mom's titty, bitch I was flaggin'
She got some water on, she my Cancun ting she my Cancun ting
I got some black diamonds, my wrist is on Beijing my wrist is on Beijing
I'm tellin' all of my hoes give their orders to the maid hold on, turn up
I got 20 bitches with me and they ain't throwin' shade
I got 20 closets, I could dress accordin' to the wave
I'm with 20 models, but I dress accordin' to the bae
I'm goin' all in 'bout my bro and my paper
Ain't got no fuckin' neighbors, ain't got no neighbors
Yeah
No neighbors, oh

Chorus
Dip and dab out the bag
I got Crips on Old Nat
You want problems for somethin'
Need to get you some racks
She gon' bring it to Daddy
Eat the cake out her panties
I was cool as a cat
State all facts
If I wouldn't have rapped, I'd still be rich hood rich
If I ain't have this shit, I'd still be lit hood rich
If I fuck these hoes, then I'm trippin' I'm trippin'
I can't fuck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain't no slippin' let's go
BL$$D
Yeah, yeah
Future, baby, Thugger Thugger
Ayo Chef
Pockets
Everything I got came from a lick
Ice on all my watches, on a ship
Underneath the turf's the worst it's gon' get it's gon' get
Whipped up water on my wrist, think I'm a fish

Chorus
Dip and dab out the bag dab out the bag
I got Crips on Old Nat
You want problems for somethin' you want problems for somethin'
Need to get you some racks need to get you some racks
She gon' bring it to Daddy she gon' bring it to daddy
Eat the cake out her panties eat the cake out her panties
I was cool as a cat I was cool as a cat
State all facts
If I wouldn't have rapped, I'd still be rich still rich
Three million dollar house, came from evictions hood rich
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship cruise ship
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it cruise in it
If I wouldn't have rapped, I'd still be rich hood rich
If I ain't have this shit, I'd still be lit hood rich
If I fuck these hoes, then I'm trippin' I'm trippin'
I can't fuck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain't no slippin' let's go

Verse
The coupe is outside and I'm styled in the best
I see you killin' these niggas 'cause you're doin' it the best
Solitaries, ain't nothing, to me
Coughin' these like I got leukemi'
Forreal, la familia, I go gorilla, I'm part of the Bape team
Fuck you thought Supreme on the quilt, hang low, it's a drag queen
I'm in a bronze Benz, I think it's the wagon
Ever since mom's titty, bitch I was flaggin'
She got some water on, she my Cancun ting she my Cancun ting
I got some black diamonds, my wrist is on Beijing my wrist is on Beijing
I'm tellin' all of my hoes give their orders to the maid hold on, turn up
I got 20 bitches with me and they ain't throwin' shade
I got 20 closets, I could dress accordin' to the wave
I'm with 20 models, but I dress accordin' to the bae
I'm goin' all in 'bout my bro and my paper
Ain't got no fuckin' neighbors, ain't got no neighbors
Yeah
No neighbors, oh

Chorus
Dip and dab out the bag
I got Crips on Old Nat
You want problems for somethin'
Need to get you some racks
She gon' bring it to Daddy
Eat the cake out her panties
I was cool as a cat
State all facts
If I wouldn't have rapped, I'd still be rich hood rich
If I ain't have this shit, I'd still be lit hood rich
If I fuck these hoes, then I'm trippin' I'm trippin'
I can't fuck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain't no slippin' let's go

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