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Below are the complete “Drip On Me” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 8 hours ago.

Drip On Me lyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know I just bought another shovel
This sh*t we buried a lot of bags, you dig?
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter (whatcha doin’)
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I keep a house out in [Denver?] [Ember?] (yeah)
I got them racks in my denim (yeah)
I let my dog out the kennel (swear)
Patek or Phillippe on my drip (drink)
Yeah, yeah, and she don’t want me to sip (pour up, pour up)
It’s too much jealousy, niggas can’t ever be real (can’t)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn’t none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this sh-, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh-, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas, rogue us
Yeah, water me down like Pacific, my watch and my chain, my rings
Yeah, all the drip on me, I had to go change my name (yeah)
I came from Lil Mexico, this sh*t ain’t gon’ ever be the same (Freebandz)
I f*ck her on the every day, but she ain’t gon’ ever get claimed

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[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m whippin’ the Rover out (skrrt)
I got a plastic FN, a lil’ under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O’s, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat while you rollin’ ’round (gotta repeat)
I’m doin’ the same thing (you dig)
Lickin’ molly like ramen (R.I.P.)
Getting head on the private plane
Cost me 23 thou’ like LeBron James (LeBron James)
Might put me some gators on
And get in the ‘Lac and just blow the brains (blow the brains)
I f*ck on her face
I came fast like when Sonic came, oh, oh
Get on my level, dawg
I just want some rest, I’m just tryna ball
I spend a couple milli’, on my nigga behind the wall (the chain gang)
I teach him the Feds are comin’ (the band gang)
Don’t say nothin’ at all (don’t say nothin’ at all)
I got some chips on me (you dig?)
It’s on my hip on me

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

Below are the complete “Feed Me Dope” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 8 hours ago.

Feed Me Dope lyrics

[Intro]
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

[Verse 1]
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I need, good drank, big strong
Durk ‘dem call me big papi, I get big cocky
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
They know, I’m a millionaire from freestyling
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I’m a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that’s a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy
I was hustlin’ in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn’t sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain’t my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I’m taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I’m living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed

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[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

Below are the complete “Patek Water” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 10 hours ago.

Patek Water lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
Southside
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back, don’t go back

[Hook: Future & Young Thug]
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Nigga, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a bitch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’m a young gunner, young gunner, young gunner, a nigga just wet up
We don’t got no time for these boys, just shut up and bet up
The Rollie on Ric Flair, my wrist is just wet up (Whoo)
The plug just called like “What up?”, nigga don’t let up (Let’s go)
The diamonds are yellow the day, you gotta catch up, yeah
Money on the floor with these hoes, these niggas can’t pose with us (Can’t pose, no)
How the f*ck you sound old, you never grown with us
Diamonds in the ear got big, look nigga, I told you (They dripping wet)
Flood that Patek [??] and throw her that straw (Throw her that straw)
All these bitches digging with a golden shovel
Secret service, they taking me through the side door (Side, let’s go)
And I promise I can fold with a blindfold

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[Hook: Future & Young Thug]
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Nigga, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a bitch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

[Verse 2: Offset]
[??] on the edge of my neck, I never settle for less (Nah)
Put her on perky and act, I’ma just f*ck and forget (Smash)
Mansion that sit on the hill, after my last arrest
Niggas out here in the field, don’t need a mask or vest (Brr)
Ah, back to back Lambos, repeat it, you like to run when it’s heated (Run)
Back to back AR-15 with the cooler, just in case it get heated
Hop on the wave and drown, my momma [??] cartier bracelet (Momma)
Ah, face it down, dirty in my soda, I hate the brown (Uh)
Hold it down ’cause the plug is illegal
Ridin’ ’round with a dub and a eagle (Brr)
I heard that money get evil, prayin’ to god to keep me from demons (God)
She lost in the vibe surrounded by stars, we got her sucking on semen (Ugh)
You gotta survive and sparing no lives
F&N pop at your beanie (Ayy)

[Hook: Future & Young Thug]
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Nigga, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a bitch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

[Outro: Future]
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We just wanna go snatch a nigga’s sunroof
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back, don’t go back

Below are the complete “Cruise Ship” lyrics by Young Thug displayed. These lyrics were added 10 hours ago.

Cruise Ship lyrics

[Intro]
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]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
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)
Stay 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 sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck 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 lukemi’
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 showin’ shade
I got 20 closets, I could dress accordin’ to the wave
I’m with 20 models but I dress accordin’ to the babe
I’m goin’ all in by my bro and my paper
Ain’t got no f*ckin’ neighbors, ain’t got no neighbors
Yeah
No neighbors, oh

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[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
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)
Stay 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 sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)

Below are the complete “200” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 10 hours ago.

200 lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

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[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat