PLUTOSKI

Future

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    Woah
    Yeah, yeah
    I don't even know where she is
    I just took care of the bill
    We not no regular niggas
    These not the regular pointers
    Stackin' some hundreds on shoulders
    Thousand one grams on a chain
    I'm gettin' my currency changed
    Goin' out the country, street nigga, we gangsters
    Shit you can get bein' famous
    Can't hang with a nigga false claimin'
    Bitch be tryna talk like this, yeah
    Bitch don't know what clarity is
    I be runnin' shit for more than few years, yeah (Plutoski, woah)

    Chop off the doors again (ski)
    Chop all the doors off the hinges (Pluto)
    Whip up the bowl again (ski)
    Trappin' out loads (Pluto)
    Sippin' on dope again (ski)
    I'm back in that mode (Pluto)
    Told all the dawgs right below to me (ski)
    We got another one (Pluto)
    Filipino or Korean
    I don't even know even know what she is
    I just been taggin' the man
    Ridin' with Satan again (Pluto)
    I throw the magazine in
    Street turn a boy to a man
    We goin' dark, it's nasty
    Use the lil' blogs to gas

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    Yeah, uh, oh, yeah
    Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah (yeah, yeah)
    I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah (for the syrup)
    I'm swervin' the—, oh, yeah
    I'm thuddin' the thud, oh, yeah
    I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah
    I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm swervin', I'm Pluto, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, oh, yeah
    Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah
    I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah
    I'm flippin' the—, oh, yeah
    I'm thuddin' the thud, oh, yeah
    I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah
    I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm swervin', I'm Pluto oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Rappin' and robbin' again
    Streets turn the boy to a millionaire
    Drinkin' on lean again
    I don't even know what she is
    Filipino or Korean
    Sent out the low and I'm pullin' up
    I got it on me again
    Six in the mornin' again
    Hoggin' the road in the Benz
    I'm on my way to the tail
    She tanglin' it up with her friend
    I'm tanglin' up with 'em too
    I'm doin' what a rich nigga do
    I throw the party inside my crib
    I'm throwin' a Ferrari inside my ears

    Yeah, uh, oh, yeah
    Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah (yeah, yeah)
    I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah (for the syrup)
    I'm swervin' the—, oh, yeah
    I'm thuddin' the thud, oh, yeah
    I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah
    I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm swervin', I'm Pluto, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, uh, oh, yeah
    Trappin' out the trap, oh, yeah (yeah, yeah)
    I'm flippin' out the strap, oh, yeah (for the syrup)
    I'm swervin' the—, oh, yeah
    I'm thuddin' the thud, oh, yeah
    I'm thuggin' again, oh, yeah
    I'm blessin', I'm bless, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm swervin', I'm Pluto, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

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    Composición: James Brown, Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Luellen, Wesley Glass y Lucas Depante

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