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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Joe Budden feat. The Game
Песня: The Future
Добавил: Гость
Joe Budden feat. The Game – The Future 0Everything got a future (everything got a future ...) How you go club or go hood, but go back club on the same song? (club on the same song) [Chorus - Dominic] Guess I am a bad guy, I can see you like it You can be the headline, if I can be your sidekick Baby this can be the future ('ture, 'ture, 'ture) Baby this can be the future ('ture, 'ture) [Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus] Hey! Hey! Amalgam Digital baby! Goin, goin, gone (let's go) [The Game - talking behind the Chorus] Jump Off Free World [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Baby girl is addicted (it's okay!), OD You can have any dude in this world but chose me (oh ...) You can have any chick in this world but chose her To play the backseat and direct the chauffeur (uh) And that ain't just Jazz, ain't down with Okur (I could) I play publicist and give her exposure (I mean a) keep you in the latest (I mean a) damn near waistless Body like a porn star (whoa, whoa), smile like a waitress (oh!) Now she turnin me, uh, uh, on, uh, uh, on, uh, uh, on I mean, why get Club Bed or Club Med? See (when) We can just club in the bed of my mansion (cheah) Leave for the weekend, jet to the Hamptons (hey) Tats on her torso, (I mean), I love how she handle it (oh) A shoe game, show off, just frontin (what?) But baby don't blink or you bound to miss somethin, come on [Chorus] [Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus] Hey! Hey! [The Game - talking behind the Chorus] Jump Off, I got it from here Double Up! Yeah [Verse 2 - The Game] She want to roll with a rock star, fuck I'm him Coupe, white air, seven five, eight cent California slim 501 blue, jeans on trim, New York match the brim Lower than Manhattan (uh), lower than my pants saggin (uh) Lower than my baby momma leanin in that Benz wagon (yeah) And you can be heard, Toy Bird slip ons LV clip ons, haters get shit on! We roll up, 24's, so what? Haters all swoll up Haters want my chain (ka ka), hold up I'm not that nigga, I'm that nigga, so Jump Off or jump off (uhh) Once enemies, my nemesis and I Was stuck in the Genesis, Free World is our reply Let bygones be bygones, I'm gone Let all your pain be champagne and Patron [Chorus] [Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus] Hey! Baby this could be the Hey! Ta ha Baby this could be the Come a, come a, come on Come a, come a, come a, come a, come on (talk to 'em) [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] Look she stay back, my baby grownin old Little bit of cologne, little bit of Patron Is how I got her home (I mean a) now you say we spent mad hours on the phone, like we both ain't grown (yeah) Wrist kind of heavy, I'm a little well known Matching crosses, different color stones (what?) See, in one line I got her to come over Tell her I'm dumb sober, but hung over She play the club, sippin on Mimosa (hey) I can fit your whole crew in one Rover Just kick your shoes off 'fore you step in (I mean) the cribs mine and I'm livin like the Jetson Well let's head OT, cop a one way Step off the runway like we on the runway Have your girlfriends thinkin you a runaway Never mind, I already know what you gon' say (uh) [Chorus - 2X] [Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus] Cheah Hey Cheah Ta ha Baby this could be the Come a, come a, come on, come a Talk to 'em Yeah (hey) I mean, I'm thinkin this can be the I'm thinkin, I'm thinkin this can be the |
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