FUTURE - Never Gon Lose lyrics

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(Intro)

This bitch from Australian and i'm an alien

(Interlude)

I sit by the cupboard and shit it's so muddy but I luv it baby

When I jump out the whip when I hop out the whip in the fresh and the latest

I do what I want cuz I'm sponsored by faded

I drink till I pass out I wake up and drink up again

I pour up again and again

I said I wasn't going to fuck with that bitch then I fucked her again

I scream out to god in the sewer the streets turn a boy to a man

I let it off with the Rooger I took your bitch to Aruba

She fuck with super cuz she got a super

When I say super that junk supa future

We neva gon' lose we neva gon' lose

(Verse)

Neva gon' lose cuz these bitches gon' choose

These bitches gon' be who they is

Walkin' and talkin' like Lesley

You ho to your heart you a ho to your heart

You know I'll be workin' that boy I'm a part

Servin' that boy out the back of the yard

Fuck on your horns you playin' my cards

Whip out the whip put out in the garage

Sip on the lean like a fifth of the dark

Hop in the sprinter might hope in the Porsche

Telly then rally then gather the squad

Yeah gather the squad

Me and my niggers are muthafucking tight

You can't even tell us apart

Fuck a bitch erry single day and night

It ain't nothing but avatar?

Valet the car on the curb like im swerving on alcohol

Get a something on burgers and Xannies like they some Tylenol

I remember nights in Eurosel we ain't fallin' off

I'm on loudest green we got house of green

When I hit the plane when I boarded

They got a magazine with no Viazine

Just run around with this forty

She gon' throw it for me she gon' throw it for me

In O HI O that's my shawty

We ain't playin' around this dungaries we gon' go outside

Your noggin

The city try sabotage me near Compton

They wasn't playin' fair no no, no no, no no

Bitches are bald tho she countin' the photos

We sell the coco you talkin' to popo

You know thats a no no, you know whats a no no

You know thats a no no no no no no no no

Came at the dopo serve out the petida

Bitch on your man and your daddy whore

Panti droppers had no panties on

Bitch you steppin' in no panties on, back with these stallies

Back b b back with these stallions

Like she track out the track I just carry on

Got the circle on me now I just carry it

Got some ills in new Orleans I buried it

For the cash and some ills outta Maryland

See the way they just jumped on the bandwagon

Went bought a G wagon, fifty six nights I had to get at it

Mayweather-Pacquiao, nigga, we still at it

Get up and get at it guns like I'm Bin Laden

(Interlude)