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Sh!t (Remix) (Feat. Drake & Juicy J)

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Sh!t (Remix) (Feat. Drake & Juicy J)

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(Refrão: Future)Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shitTalking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shitAll you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shitSpending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit(Verso 1: Drake)Took niggas out the hood like I'm from thereSo you know it's all good when I come thereI hear you talk about your city like you run thatAnd I brought my tour to your city, you my son there niggaBut I had to come through for the remixOn my haven't done a verse in 8 weeks shitAnd if a nigga say my name, he the hot shitBut if I say the nigga name, he still hot shitFucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossipNiggas act like they don't know, but they should knowYeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the baitBut I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks thoughAnd niggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill hatingI know y'all already know Mike Will Made ItJust looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazingI call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make itI'm the young rap nigga with the mega dealYou need to come to OVO for a better dealJust know a million ain't shit once you get a millAnd niggas say it's all good, that's how you better feelNigga nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuffRolling through the city like a young nigga bricked upFuck niggas gon' be fuck niggasThat's why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up(Refrão: Future)Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shitTalking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shitAll you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shitSpending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit(Verso 2: Juicy J)If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shitI'm in the bathroom getting head from your bitchAnd I ain't paying her shitYou want beef? You don't know who you playing withI tell my pilot to land the jetI'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping offGive a click and you niggas dead where you standing atI'm just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbageYour money funny like Jim CarreyI got bitches that's super bad like HalleAnd we still keeping that white like BarryI'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with meNigga you ain't fuckin' with a picture of meI got all this cake and shooters with meJust in case you pussy niggas try to get you a pieceWhat it is my nigga, what is hidden forWhere the car you were whippin in the videoWhere is the ice at, where is them pretty hoesYou are far from a real nigga, you already knowBroke ass niggas I can't stand themI hit 'em with the cannonI buying out the mall at randomJuicy J that nigga is fresh to deathSmoke till there is nothing leftBail off and then I'm ghost in my Phantom(Refrão: Future)Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shitTalking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shitAll you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shitSpending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

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