FUTURE – Three lyrics

That’s-
[Verse 2: Future]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f*ck with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest nigga came from Lil’ Mexico
[Chorus: Future]
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head DY crazy
[Intro: Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah
[Verse 1: 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’, I’m 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 mothaf*ckin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf*ckin’ McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard 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?

Amine – Redmercedes

[Pre-Chorus]
With my niggas in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck you, pay me
Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
If the ladies show up, then we show out
With my girl in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck me, baby
Leather seats so she wetter than a pool now
When that thing go up then she go down

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

[Verse 1]
Wood grain Nada, yes I’m the Baba
Don’t rock Prada, what’s a stylist
I’d rather make my clothes, merch by the boat load
Banana club popping, yep I’m super biased (true)
Tint so black, look like my complexion
Neo I’m the one like I had direction
Rims look like they were shipped from heaven
Trunk so big it could fit my reverend (yeah!)
And that nigga’s pretty big
Engine so fast, every block is a trip
Baby girl wished that I copped the two seater
But I had to get five ’cause my niggas want to ride

[Pre-Chorus]
With my niggas in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck you, pay me
Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
If the ladies show up, then we show out
With my girl in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck me, baby
Leather seat so she wetter than a pool now
When that thing go up then she go down

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

[Verse 2]
Looking out my rearview, all I see is haters (hatin’)
This is just a preview, I’ll use my gas for later (maybe!)
Black ice, black seats, yeah I’m bumping Blackstar
Rednecks tell me that I got a nice car
Gotta make sure that I keep my baby clean
This game keep me hungry like I’m Katniss Everdeen
Just got the whip washed
Shining like it’s pish-posh
Engine sound like it needs an ad-lib from Rick Ross
No I ain’t M.M.G
But my next purchase might be an M3 (sheesh)
Sicker than most, look at the folk
Trippin for dollars so holler for gold
Picking apart my problems
Like when Peter Piper picked his nose
Whip looked like it got dipped in a cherry coat
Mercedes’ same color as the hair on a Lil Boat (Lil Boat)

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

Ab-Soul – Braille

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
(Turn it up a lil more, uh, uh, yeah)
Soulo Ho the prophet, I’m a fiend like Bassy
Money like I’m Saudi, agua from the islands
We went from Pintos to Benzos
Plain and simple, let’s race a little
The bar needs to be raised a little
I led the way, but never raised the pencil
Might pay your rent if you suck good dick
And you know what our time apart meant
Pardon me, if I’m arguably
The hardest nigga on the beat
Me and Bas is bosses, throwin’ their boxers
I can own fifty dollar boxers
I just wanna spend hunnid stacks everyday
I went digital
Yo shit we don’t dig at all, we just dish if off
You know I gotta eat
My bitch got cakes and I’m getting that brain
That’s food for thought
Uhh, got the loud and it’s lit
Got the loud and it’s lit
You smoking that reggie, you niggas ain’t ready
Be quiet and quit
[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Verse 2: Bas]
Bassy on a mission
Stackin’ dough like it’s a photo moment
Haters hate us only for the moment
‘Cause your bitch wanna take a photo, homie
Soulo rollin’, got an onion on us
Where my city dolo like Vanilla Sky
Smoking like we ’bout to cross the border
Got a couple shows up on the other side
25 in a row, shit
Shows jumping we’ve been hittin’ licks
Money flowin’ like we flippin’ bricks
Now I don’t know if I’ve ever been in this town
Flip a switch, killing niggas like I pulled the plug
Quarter pound of piff to fill the lungs
Got the whole crowd yelling “Feel the buzz”
It’s lit
I call her, one DM
I land around noon, but I fuck by 1PM
FIENDS
Practice what you preach, preach love
Careful what you eat, half of it’s diseased
They don’t want us here

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Beat Switch]

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
What the tongue can’t taste
What the eyes can’t see
What the ear can’t hear
What your nose can’t sniff
Put your hands in the air
P-put your hands in the air
What the tongue can’t taste
What the eyes can’t see
What the ear can’t hear
What your nose can’t sniff
P-put your hands in the air
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Peter Piper picked the pack of pickled peppers
Soulo found a pound of loud and lit it up
Bet this resin never leave my finger tips
Helen Keller would’ve felt the shit
But tell me what is it you niggas wan’t
Really, tell me what is it you niggas wan’t
Are you niggas dope or you just doin’ dope?
Is you niggas dope or you just doin’ dope?