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Correct Welcome To The Future Lyrics
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French Montana
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Correct Welcome To The Future
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You a dead nigga Montana, P. Reign, Drizzy wassup, nigga? Chug, Auti, OVO, nigga Coke Boy, haaann, aye aye aye aye aye aye Put the money over bitches, ho, think I’m playin, I’mma let em know We treat yo chicks like fish, nigga, catch em and then we let em go Get em beat and naked hit, I murder shit, piss the flow Told lil Remi King don’t kiss the ring, baby lick the throne Yeah, now momma, show me how you kiss it I’m in love with the pussy but I’ll murder that kitten If ya still wifin hoes, I won’t be caught dead kissin’ She gon’ swallow every bit, got her mouth babysittin’ And my young’n same chair, just let me worry bout em Left em niggas talkin’ beef, homie, don’t make a burger out em This the south side, nigga; I'm a south side nigga Turn yo fuckin’ insides to your outsides, nigga Suck my jewels, go ahead, my dudes all bad But your goons won’t bust, y'all the blue balls gang I chase money, not problems But dare a nigga run up on me and that will be his very last day job (You a dead nigga) If you threaten me Fuck a gun charge, we take the felony And welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) I be whippin’ up, I got that recipe You smell like money, baby, it's 'cause she’s tellin’ me Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) Montana! Coke Boys over y’all, on the same sum Gettin’ head in the range, shawty brainstarter I was the last on the corner, like 8-Ball Bumpin’ Three 6, MJG, 8-Ball Then paid my dues; I be strapped down, I move Niggas fight, man, I shoot, hunnid fifty grand that coupe I got hunnid grands in hunnids, I got fifty grand in twenties Hit that strip club we stuntin’ then we fuck any bitch we wanted Bought a dub line this week, made five hunnid large this week If that money talk ho, then watch my speakers blow Me and Drizzy talk hoes, I let them killas go No love, Bone Thugs, see ya at the crossroads (You a dead nigga) If you threaten me Fuck a gun charge, we take the felony And welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) I be whippin’ up, I got that recipe You smell like money, baby, it's 'cause she’s tellin’ me Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) (You a dead nigga) If you threaten me Fuck a gun charge, we take the felony And welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) I be whippin’ up, I got that recipe You smell like money, baby, it's 'cause she’s tellin’ me Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby) Welcome to the future, baby (oh, baby)
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