Get Used to Da Future Lyrics & Tabs by J.R. Writer feat. Lil' Wayne
Get Used to Da Future
guitar chords lyrics
ft. Papoose, Fred Money)
I got no time for fake shit
Bitches zipping first time with that cake free
From East to West sun bout great list
Welcome to the Matrix I got no time for fake shit
This is zipping true style with that cake friend
We do this great sun and ...
Welcome to the Matrix I got no time
It feel it got a price
At least looking that ass niggas that I'm out of size
It's the lead and out of fly we are not allowd
I wanna see you in a box, we ain't gotta
Like what you say how you fucking with J
Coming and see me I guess I got to see it away
Can't touch without lay, what you done with your life
Like what you say how you fucking with J
Coming and see me I guess I got to see it away
Can't touch without lay, what you done with your life
I get doing today
From the barrel where they both here
It's catch wanna feed on my crach then you stepping on the theird will
You heard well, niggas, it's kind of boring, how to snoring
You bettre warn ‚em don't be bad on ‚em
Whole life way coulder, waving storming
So nice I gotta hang over every morning
All in, different pose been have a fake ball and your body be on sqill
I got no time for fake shit
Bitches zipping first time with that cake free
From East to West sun bout great list
Welcome to the Matrix I got no time for fake shit
I got no time for fake shit
Bitches zipping first time with that cake free
From East to West sun bout great list
Welcome to the Matrix I got no time for fake shit
Welcome to the Matrix I got no time
Welcome to the matrix see no time
Put your meddle right in your mought now you got brases]
Still stop and still, that should a great shit
You just help me shopping and still you bout to be shake with
Bouting a hundred killer and face a Benjamin Freaklin
Jakson it's in a great hammer, flowing up in a bank click
Down pices and down be
Even if you shake chip
Usually you run with no money to tip the withress
Black belt mister Miagy here that brakes shit
Master chef starting a battle that make you can't flip
Toushing my whore zipp right back
Zipping we make list
Fake bitch you drow on the trap, you ain't speak
Feature with the guards, you did a feature with greave here
Gamble all night come home and hunstle all day shit
From a home to biggy I hold my gun so I say what the fuck I want
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