[Intro: Future]
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(Last name Hendrix, whatever I do)
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Pluto
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(808 Mafia)
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Pluto, Pluto, Pluto
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[Chorus: Future]
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Just another menace to society
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Ill take an oil can and come up out of poverty
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Im in my bag, nigga, like I hit a lottery
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Im in my bag like I just went on a robbery
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I get so fresh, I post a pic, they think Im sendin shots
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When I fuck my bitch, I Suge, I keep my eyes on the Glock
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I said, “I miss you,” and you know damn well a nigga toxic
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Ill go to Hell about this shit I love and aint a lot
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[Verse 1: Future]
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I can sell some dope, before this rap shit, I was flippin cash
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Ima stack a billio on top what I already had
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Ho, sign an NDA before you come through, suck the swag
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Nigga cant even trip now, nigga might trip over a million cash
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I see eye to eye with demons, got me talkin to the devil
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Drop a bag, niggas comin through just like some bad weather
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Get them racks, bae, I really dont have to put them bricks together
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First class, nigga, we ridin around on jets like Delta
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[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
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Uh, you hop on that flight, gettin fucked tonight, bitch, thats period (Mwah, come here, baby)
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Hop in a Bentley whip, whip it, let the G6 steer it (Skrrt)
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Uh, nigga, fuck your feelings, if it aint cash, aint tryna hear it (Fool)
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Uh, no, I dont fly Spirit, but if you try, fly your spirit (Oh, really?)
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Uh, one-way trip to Heaven, try the gang, thats how we play
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He was lookin too fly today, I stripped his ass like TSA (Think Im playin?)
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Empty them pockets, take them shoes off, fuck what you got to say (Huh? Think Im playin?)
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You talk too much, you just gettin robbed today, no, you gettin shot today
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Bitch, most these rappers lame ‘fore the fame, they aint have a name (‘Fore the fame, they aint have a name, pussy)
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Most these rappers lame ‘fore the fame, they aint have a game (Doe Beezy)
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VVs on my neck, that shit wet, but Ill snatch a chain (Oh, really?)
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[Chorus: Future]
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Just another menace to society
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Ill take an oil can and come up out of poverty
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Im in my bag, nigga, like I hit a lottery
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Im in my bag like I just went on a robbery
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I get so fresh, I post a pic, they think Im sendin shots
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When I fuck my bitch, I Suge, I keep my eyes on the Glock
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I said, “I miss you,” and you know damn well a nigga toxic
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Ill go to Hell about this shit I love and aint a lot
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[Outro: Doe Boy]
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Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, brrt
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This motherfucker hot, gotta get rid of this bitch
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Oh, shit
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Goddamn, nigga (Gotta get the fuck on)
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Fuck this whip
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Fuck this whip, boy, that bitch done (Gotta get the fuck on)
