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Future

Genres: Hip-Hop

Salute Lyrics - Future

Eskimo, the coolest DJ in the world 

Ey, ey 

For real, for real 

This for my young niggas grindin', went stashed 'em a Rollie 

 

I call the play like I'm John Madden 

I fuck that bitch in the Steve Maddens 

Pitchin' the ROC like I'm Ty-Ty 

Mixin' the soda like hair dye 

Twist up some dirty, my nigga, let's twist up some dirty 

This for my young niggas grindin', went stashed 'em a Rollie 

 

I see your loyalty payin' off 

I see your grind been payin' off 

I see the dope, been payin' off 

I see the plug, been payin' off 

I went to work, they was layin' on it 

Lil' shawty be popping them Xans out 

Lil mama she do it the best now 

Sucking that dick with no hands now 

 

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I got way too much juice, niggas can't hold me 

I got way too much juice, niggas can't hold me 

Bitches can't hold me 

I'm juiced up with shorty 

I'm whipping the 'Rari 

Or the new Maserati 

Bust a jug in the West End at the parking lot 

Used to sell my crack at Days Inn, had it crazy hot 

Styrofoam cups, all I know is I get crazy, man 

My partners on dust, they gon shoot up a whole stadium 

I don't trust your baby mama but we made a crazy film 

And I smashed her last night on a lot of pills 

And we turned her apartment to a trap house deal 

 

I call the play like I'm John Madden 

I fuck that bitch in the Steve Maddens 

Pitchin' the ROC like I'm Ty-Ty 

Mixin' the soda like hair dye 

Twist up some dirty, my nigga, let's twist up some dirty 

This for my young niggas grindin', went stashed them a Rollie 

 

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When I jumped out the porch, I was selling that crack like that shit was a sport 

I was running through bushes, jumping over fences, I gotta get away from them narcs 

Hey, man I can never get away from this art 

They treat you like Lord, they treat you like God when you beat the odds 

None of my dreams was reality just a few years ago, homie was starving 

Just a few years ago, homie was starving 

Bust a jugg in the West End at the parking lot 

Used to sell my crack at Days Inn, had it crazy hot 

 

I see your loyalty payin' off 

I see your grindin' payin' off 

I see the dope, been payin' off 

I see the plug, been payin' off 

I went to work, they were layin' on it 

Lil' shawty be popping them Xans on it 

Your mama be doing it best now 

Sucking that dick with no hands now 

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