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Below are the complete “Three” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 14 hours ago.

Three lyrics

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? That’s-

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[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

Below are the complete “No Cap” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 14 hours ago.

No Cap lyrics

Southside on the track, yeah

[Intro: Future]
Ha ha
Yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
Take it out the bank, go put it up
Got my main hoe, put her up
Straight off the lot, go put it up
My last two foreigns pulled up
Straight out the bank, go put it up
Everybody in the hood gone pull up
I got ’em on Xans and the Roxy’s
The homie done ran with a thottie
Every week I change my closet
Got a Fendi store in my house
Got a Bentley garage in my house
Got a watch on my wrist cost a house
My bitch can’t sleep at my house
Make her sleep at a hotel now
And when you talk, man, you talking off cap
And your diamonds they looking like tap
I was always ducking from the paps
Keep an R&B bitch in my lap
Out in Beverly Hills, I adapt
But I still had to ride with that strap

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[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yellow diamonds like banana, that’s cap
Put some dirty in Mello Yello, no cap
Rocking Maison Margiela’s, that’s cap
Red bitch, Cinderella, no cap
I can turn perro
I can turn Pedro
Bad bitch out the ghetto
Eating like [?]
I’m bout to get better
Still trapping for Beretta’s
Rolls Royce, I’m a gorilla
Getting dome at Coachella
Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty f*ck her
Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda motherf*ck the Rucker’s
I’ma lean back in the back, she suck like lolli-suckers
I lied when I said I love her
Backstabbed the bitch, like I’m Michael Myers

[Verse 3: Future]
My little brother keep a stick on the seat
He gone brrrt, brrrt, brrrt until your heart stop beating
I’m a Zone 6 nigga and I’m riding in a foreign
Fuck a bad yellow bitch anytime I get bored
Nigga, uh
I’m a giant on these streets, nigga, uh
Switch my bitch once a week, nigga, uh
1.5 in my Goyard, uh
Gone need a way bigger surf board, uh
I bust down my plain Yachtmaster with bezels
I flew her out to Vegas, swear to God, forgot to hit her
I made ’em quit they jobs, then I gave ’em to my niggas
I gave a little start-up money and put her in a rental
I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple
I flood her heart with diamonds, just to pray, it’s so expensive
She tasting holy water, so, for me, it’s beneficial
She caught the holy ghost when I gave her the presidential


(Intro: Young Thug)
DY crazy
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 b*tch 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’ ’em up 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**kin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf**kin’ 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 Heart 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? 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, ni**a, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you ni**as in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these ni**as, 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**k with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my b*tch a bad b*tch, 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 ni**a, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest ni**a came from Lil’ Mexico

(Outro: 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


(Intro: Future)
Southside on the track, yeah
Ha ha
Yeah

(Verse 1: Future)
Take it out the bank, go put it up
Got my main hoe, put her up
Straight off the lot, go put it up
My last two foreigns pulled up
Straight out the bank, go put it up
Everybody in the hood gone pull up
I got ’em on Xans and the Roxy’s
The homie done ran with a thottie
Every week I change my closet
Got a Fendi store in my house
Got a Bentley garage in my house
Got a watch on my wrist cost a house
My b*tch can’t sleep at my house
Make her sleep at a hotel now
And when you talk, man, you talking off cap
And your diamonds they looking like tap
I was always ducking from the paps
Keep an R&B b*tch in my lap
Out in Beverly Hills, I adapt
But I still had to ride with that strap

(Verse 2: Young Thug)
Yellow diamonds like banana, that’s cap
Put some dirty in Mello Yello, no cap
Rocking Maison Margiela’s, that’s cap
Red b*tch, Cinderella, no cap
I can turn perro
I can turn Pedro
Bad b*tch out the ghetto
Eating like model
I’m bout to get better
Still trapping for Beretta’s
Rolls Royce, I’m a gorilla
Getting dome at Coachella
Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty f**k her
Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda motherf**k the Rucker’s
I’ma lean back in the back, she suck like lolli-suckers
I lied when I said I love her
Backstabbed the b*tch, like I’m Myer Michaels

(Verse 3: Future)
My little brother keep a stick on the seat
He gone brrrt, brrrt, brrrt until your heart stop beating
I’m a Zone 6 ni**a and I’m riding in a foreign
F**k a bad yellow b*tch anytime I get bored
Ni**a, uh
I’m a giant on these streets, ni**a, uh
Switch my b*tch once a week, ni**a, uh
1.5 in my Goyard, uh
Gone need a way bigger surf board, uh
I bust down my plain Yachtmaster with bezels
I flew her out to Vegas, swear to God, forgot to hit her
I made ’em quit they jobs, then I gave ’em to my ni**as
I gave a little start-up money and put her in a rental
I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple
I flood her heart with diamonds, just to pray, it’s so expensive
She tasting holy water, so, for me, it’s beneficial
She caught the holy ghost when I gave her the presidential


XXXTentacion just earned himself a $6 million deal with Capitol Records.

Some hip hop fans are already questioning the deal and asking whether or not new rappers like XXXTentacion are the new face of hip hop. Billboard reported that the Lauderhill, Florida rapper signed a deal with Capitol Music Group’s subsidiary Caroline worth north of $6 million. The 19-year-old rapper, whose real name is Jahseh Onfroy, has had a controversial career since making a name for himself in hip hop with his breakout single “Look At Me.”

The nature of the deal is not yet known, but Caroline caters to indie artists mostly and the deal is for upcoming material. XXXTentacion has already released his debut album “17” on August 25th. The album peaked at No. 2 on the Billboard 200 chart and is currently sitting at No. 14. The album sold 87,000 copies in the first week of its release, which is one of the reasons why he was offered a seven figures record deal. To date he has sold 313,000 equivalent album units in the United States, Nielsen Music reported.

XXXTentacion currently has a lot to celebrate, but his rise to stardom came with a cloud of controversies and legal troubles stemming from an alleged assault and kidnapping case of his ex-girlfriend. He is currently on a charge of aggravated battery and that charge is more serious since the female was pregnant at the time of the incident which took place on October 8, 2016. Cops took X into custody after the female made a frantic 911 call. The “Look At Me” rapper is also charged with domestic battery by strangulation, false imprisonment and witness tampering. His trial date is set for December 11th following a few delays.

Last month, some excerpts from the police report surfaced online detailing the horror the victim endured during the alleged kidnapping and beating case. That incident formed part of the argument from some fans as to why big-name record labels like Capital Music Group are putting their names behind him.