FUTURE - Mark Mcquire lyrics
rate meYeah, I guess I feel like lance armstrong
You know I wont the right out, yeah
We call the tour of streets
But it’s like I’m changing yeah
Cause my shit is on steroids
You niggas keep wailing out
I turn on vvs’eses and snapped her right on my chain
After I smash her, I don’t care who call next
I take off in the bentley, and came back in the spot
My chop on steroids, we swerving Mark Mcquire
Who you thank you is, who you thank you is?
Who you thank you is, who you thank you is?
Who you thank you is, who you thank you is?
Bitch, who you thank you is
I think I’m big mitch, all my niggas are drop
Cause I’m a rich nigga, she wanna give me a hug
But she a freak hoe, and I won’t show her no love
Right shoot on mad dick, like I’m from nyc
I’m counting for sunglasses, I see my shit in 3d
I’m popping bottles nigga, like its’ the 4th of july
I think I’m Bill Gates, I’m taking over the net
We shoot them choppas nigga, we don’t fuck with the tekx
I think I’m young g, cause I motivate thugs
Yeah, I think I lil boosy, I’m bout to start something hit
Hey future cause ...i’m on that mafia shit
I turn on vvs’eses and snapped her right on my chain
After I smash her, I don’t care who call next
I take off in the bentley, and came back in the spot
My chop on steroids, we swerving Mark Mcquire
Who you thank you is, who you thank you is?
Who you thank you is, who you thank you is?
Who you thank you is, who you thank you is?
I know my dough raw, I see in it come out her ass
I wipe that shit off, and throw it right in the back
Homie, the felony, this shit I do in dream
Future, yeah arrogant, now think I’m the king
Name a bitch I can’t fuck, name a bitch I didn’t take
Name a bitch ... just I ain’t want, I ain’t want
Gonna go atoine jameson, I’m balling, balling, balling
Hit them ... and I ride round with that burner
I keep them young gunners, and they gonn squeeze on anything
I think I’m ... I think I’m... I think I’m ...
A sack fucll of hunneds, all this ice on me
I turn on vvs’eses and snapped her right on my chain
After I smash her, I don’t care who call next
I take off in the bentley, and came back in the spot
My chop on steroids, we swerving Mark Mcquire
Who you thank you is, who you thank you is?
Who you thank you is, who you thank you is?
Who you thank you is, who you thank you is?
