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Futuristic

I Got Sauce

 

I Got Sauce

(アルバム: Dream Big - 2012)


[Hook:]
You know the name, she know it too
You bumping this, she coming through
I do my thing, you know it's true
I'm doing me, who the fuck is you?
Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce
Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce

[Verse 1:]
It's Futuristic, the F is for farted on the game
Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them, fuck them
Old niggas John McCain, the F is for finally found the fame
Or why the fuck you wife that girl
Then find out she got finer friends
Designer frames, all mine is Cartier
I be wilding, like that nigga Wake Flocka Flame
Okay the F is for these funky ass hoes, in the front row at my show Knowing that they body stank, let me be frank, take a shower
I'm filthy fresh, like Listerine and scented flowers
I shine like fire flies and spit fire like fricking Bowser
Flyer than the planes that got jacked and flew into the towers
Fricking cowards, fuck Osama
Flip him the finger, the same one I used to fuck your momma
It's Futuristic and the F it stands for fabulous
No, I ain't on no faggot shit, the F is for fantastic, bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Okay, the F is for these fronting faking fruit loop niggas
If it's freaky Friday, then I scoop two bitches
And my flow is ferocious, I'm sicker than flu spitting
Feeling furious, cause I'm 'bout to make it and you didn't
The F is for Ferrari, I'm a baller like Amar'e
I'm fucking the finest barbies, flow is classic, like Atari
This ain't the game, but you sorry, keep it moving, like a Harley
Got more green than a safari, I'm smoking that Bob Marley
I knew I shouldn't of smoked, I forgot the F's
But if it's Friday, I'm getting faded, like Michael Epps
Count my hundreds and fifties, or feel Latina breast
We flip the bitches, then back to Franklins and flipping checks
I could flow faster then Twista and Bizzy and Busta combined
But I slow it down for these clowns
So they can repeat every one of my lines
You ain't get that? Take ya time
Futuristic's a fucking monster like Frankenstein

[Hook]

終わり

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