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Step on the scene forget about itI bought her racks forget about itWhy you hatin', why you hatin'? Oh I'm fresherYou must not feel how I feel, oh I'm freshI just popped open a seal, I'm on XLil' shawty sittin' at Blue Flame, sent me a textFuture high demand, Future high demandI don't walk on land, bitch I don't ever walk on landI float off Earth, always float off EarthDiamonds doing the Chris Breezy, ohhShe comin' through in the wee wee hoursWent to the Hawks game in a helicopterSaid: I want me a white bitch, and I copped herFuture high demand, Future high demandI don't walk on land, bitch I don't ever walk on landGeorge Jetson, you can't see me nooDo numbers like Boston George on VimeoI left that bih cause she was sleezy, ohhYou can't be saditty and greedy, noI hid some money and I got plenty mo'Stashed in the walls, stashed it in the floorsI dig a grave and bought a tombstone for the moneyStuffed a casket full of facesgot a tombstone for the moneyBought a foreign and a spaceshipbought a tombstone for my moneyWhy you hatin', why you hatin'? Oh I'm fresherYou must not feel how I feel, oh I'm freshI just popped open a seal, I'm on XLil' shawty sittin' at Blue Flame, sent me a textFuture high demand, Future high demandI don't walk on land, bitch I don't ever walk on landI float off Earth, always float off EarthDiamonds doing the Chris Breezy, ohhShe ain't runnin' out of flavor, I went to ice herMy number one bitch with me, it excite herLet my shit go, blow the bitch, go to the cypherThe type of pussy, it's gon' make you want to wife herWe do a whole lotta numbers, yeahGrab on that pussy like DonaldPorsche got a little bit of trunkBut it's goin' over 200Turtlenecks all on my collarLove when a pretty bitch swallowI did it up, gravitySuper so radicallyAwesome, gnarly, woo!Heavenly, rapidly... got killers on McAfeeI do it immaculatelyI'm all in her mouth like a cavityCold as the polar, I keep it preciseI go to space in the middle of the nightI gotta talk with that pipe in my hand nowIt could be a threat or a fan nowI can't get caught with my hands downI can't be comin', my man's downI put some bodies up under groundThat's a few millions up undergroundMurder for money, that's man downKill more than police across townBetter not get caught with your hand downBetter not get caught with your hand downWhy you hatin', why you hatin'? Oh I'm fresherYou must not feel how I feel, oh, I'm freshI just popped open a seal, I'm on XLil' shawty sittin' at Blue Flame, sent me a textFuture high demand, Future high demandI don't walk on land, bitch I don't ever walk on landI float off Earth, always float off EarthDiamonds doing the Chris Breezy, ohhSuper FuuSuper FuuSuper FuuSuper Fuu
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