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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

[Verse 1]
Have a threesome with your bestie I’mma chance it
Don’t take a pic when we together that’s a fed shit
I spent over 4-5 racks on these glasses
I want that purple with my color just like Kansas
Make sure I’m super fly because the cameras
Put a mm mm mm mm inside the chopper cannon
Sway don’t but the whole hood got the answers
Black power in my blood my cousin Lee a panther
Do about 50 riding down lake show
God took away my niggas they don’t make more
You take one of mine we gon’ take four
Bitches screaming fake love like a drake tour
We gon’ pull up in that truck and it’s paid for
How you flexing with your homie, shit it ain’t yours
Cleaning pasta out the trap but I hate yours
BJ took mine he catch a case I take yours
Hitting that dope I gotta take double
I’m from the trenches make me hate storms, Chiraq
How the fuck you on top and you don’t make noise?
I brought a hellcat from the trenches and I made it roar
We violent, shawty don’t be took silent
She don’t like public, all her pages be private
Before I pay a nigga bills I buy fashion
I fuck her off a perky pill got me lasting

[Hook]
Ain’t no way that hate can overpower love
Ain’t no money in the world that can buy you trust
Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us
Used to be my brother, show me they color
True colors, yeah your true colors
True colors, yeah your true colors
Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors
Even with these shades I can see your true colors

[Verse 2]
I can’t put no niggas over mine, I’ma over grind
Over time, for more chains I’ll over shine
I’m screaming free ’em even if appeals denied
Gave ’em guns just to get some [?]
Like drinking lean shit way too cold with ice
Kidnap your son got me like I’m Uncle Ice
Your ass ain’t right, keep my strap like a dyke
They shot my brother, we was in it all night
They ain’t listen you ain’t no politician
And I was broke ain’t have no pot to piss in
Don’t fuck with too many niggas had to keep my distance
When I do come around I swear I feel attention
I love my cousin Iris man I swear I miss her
Her daughter look just like her I see her and kiss her
My daddy never seen my kids, only through some pictures
At the time I was fighting cases so I couldn’t visit

[Hook]
Ain’t no way that hate can overpower love
Ain’t no money in the world that can buy you trust
Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us
Used to be my brother, show me they color
True colors, yeah your true colors
True colors, yeah your true colors
Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors
Even with these shades I can see your true colors
No, no, no, no

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You ain’t with your friends
Please come in in
Girl don’t mind, one time
Oh baby let me see you
You walk across that jewelry
Then slightly shake that booty (oh yeah)
Get your walk while I do it
I’ma show you all the way I play I do it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Breezy, smoke weed in the VIP