Mark Mcgwire Lyrics - Future

Yeah, 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 a Spider 

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 

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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? 

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