FUTURAMA 2099

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[Intro] Ooh-ooh-ooh (Kyd) Ooh-ooh-ooh (Ayy, show 'em where it's at, Chris) (Trademark!) [Verse 1] Girl, I want you bad I'm the terminator Real shit, I don't wanna wait up Girl, you make me mad (Go) Pop-out like The Undertaker No shoot, girl, I'ma layup RoboCop love, Arnold Schwarzenegger [Chorus] Yeah, you've been trippin' Shit, but I've been trippin' too, so what's the fuckin' difference? Yeah, and she been sippin' too, she havin' codeine visions Yeah, and all them times I called, you ignored it like I didn't Shit, I'm marryin' Wanda, she love when I'm lifted, I just 20/20'd my vision, woah-oh-woah [Post-Chorus] Ayy, that's why I'm not leavin' comments I'm too motherfuckin' fried, to be honest (Ayy) I think my bitch work in economics She keep on countin', countin' 'til she vomit, ayy Stack it, stack it, make it triple, my boys tryna change the whole fuckin' climate, ayy [Verse 2] Spittin' straight facts And I promise you, truly, I like where I'm at 'Cause I'm under hysteria, my gang in the back In the whip, I go hard with my city on the map, and I brought this shit back And I brought this shit back, girl, I'm Eastside, lil' baby, you know where I'm at And I'm in the opp's crib, babymomma ain't watchin' your kids, bro, I'm blowin' her back On the run, I said I ain't comin' right back Shawty fell to her knees, had a heart attack I ain't feelin' no love, I'm just speakin' the facts With my heart in my chest and my gun in my lap She be talkin' this shit, I'm fucked up, so I laughed I know you hate me, it's cool, we can leave it at that But she still come around, so I'm handlin' that She not a fan of the boy, just a fan of my stats I know you don't like me Livin' good, puttin' on my team, yeah Futurama, nighttime dreams I done fell in love with a motherfuckin' freak, yeah But you know Gods don't bleed And I know my ex still checkin' on me, so Let me put your mind at ease Ferragamo on my shirt, this the new white tee, yeah [Bridge] We don't be as happy as we seem I don't like how we look on the big screen I don't, I don't wanna live in this dream I don't, I don't wanna live in this dream [Chorus] Yeah, you've been trippin' Shit, but I've been trippin' too, so what's the fuckin' difference? Yeah, and she been sippin' too, she havin' codeine visions Yeah, and all them times I called, you ignored it like I didn't Shit, I'm marryin' Wanda, she love when I'm lifted, I just 20/20'd my vision [Verse 3] I said, "When am I comin'?" Okay We can make this shit back up in May I think I did the best, that I can say I was down for your ass, that ain't up for debate, yeah (Ooh-ooh) You knockin' down ninety-nine percent of the shots, if you shoot, you gon' make it (Woah-oh) You gon' miss all of them hoes if you don't put a shot up, you never know until you take it (Yeah) Like, I got a baddie, bitch, I'm tryna break her (Oh) I'm swaggin' so fuckin' hard, I know they hate it My bitch said, "Donny, baby, I can't take it" Tryna tell you I'm bomb, I'm finna detonate it See, I live on Saturn, and I'm hella faded I'll pick you up Saturday, and then we bakin' My demons surroundin' me, I can't shake it I'm back in your city, baby, what's shakin'? Yeah And I promise I'm sorry, girl, I'm mistaken (Yeah) All that shit from the past, girl, I'm still hatin' (Yeah) You was pillow talkin', I was pancakin' Goin' wall to wall, got her legs shakin' You've been MIA, Ms. Can't Make It Ball out, NBA, goin' to the basics If I'ma be alone, I'ma make statements Somewhere in the soul with my heart breakin', yeah [Chorus] Yeah, you've been trippin' Shit, but I've been trippin' too, so what's the fuckin' difference? Yeah, and she been sippin' too, she havin' codeine visions (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah (Yeah), and all them times I called, you ignored it like I didn't Shit, I'm marryin' Wanda, she love when I'm lifted, I just 20/20'd my vision, woah-oh-woah (Yeah) [Post-Chorus] Ayy, that's why I'm not leavin' comments I'm too motherfuckin' fried, to be honest (Ayy) I think my bitch work in economics She keep on countin', countin' 'til she vomit, ayy Stack it, stack it, make it triple, my boys tryna change the whole fuckin' climate, ayy (Yeah)
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- DC The Don