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future - Afterlife Lyrics

Afterlife

I`m popping my shit every morning (Popping my shit)
Then I go to paradise
(Wheezy outta here)
Cough syrup got me dozin` off, I can see you in my afterlife
He snapped the clip in then drove off
He know somebody`s `bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house, superfly
That Draco sittin` on the couch, I`m on fire
But I don`t fuckin` miss it though, I`m gon` slide
I thank Allah I`ma get my money and I don`t get tired

Sit in the back of the Phantom and have a good night
I had to take Methanol, lit up like a light
I can`t see nothin` in the way, gone outta sight
I get her lace on daily basis, she my type
I pop my shit and live lavish, I never switch sides
You go to college, get a crib off the clothes I buy
We get on the top of the fuckin` Hills off the Sunset Drive
I`m a product of the field, I`m just in my disguise
Hit the trippin` off a pill but don`t give me some cake
I`ve been jumpin` on these Lears, that`s the way I`ma chase `em
Franklins comin` by the layers, that`s the way we gon` make `em
She don`t when I`ma pop `em so she gotta sleep naked
I can tell the way they treat me, they gon` say I`m the greatest
Ain`t no tellin` if I leave, if I`ma ever come back (Pluto)
Ain`t gon` never let a disloyal bitch hold me back
I done Goyard my bags so we could hold my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can`t help who you love nigga (Can`t help who you love)
That`s why God made thug niggas (Yeah, straight up)

Cough syrup got me dozin` off, I can see you in my afterlife
He snapped the clip in then drove off
He know somebody`s `bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house, superfly
That Draco sittin` on the couch, I`m on fire
But I don`t fuckin` miss it though, I`m gon` slide
I thank Allah I`ma get my money and I don`t get tired

I thank Allah I`ma get my checks, fuck you niggas
I need to get off my chest, fuck you niggas
I got the hittas in the cut, I`m still that nigga
I got her flattin` out her tummy, I`m that nigga (Super)
Take my time, my new bank account gettin` taller
I flood-out Richard,
that gon` cost me at least a quarter (Least a quarter)
I done been in my bag lately and poppin my collar (My bag)
I got a good taste in bitches `cause they swallow (Yeah)
I done birthed a lotta lil` niggas, I`m their father (Future)
Can`t be responsible, how you woe? `Cause I taught ya (I can)
Keep it a thousand, ok bool
That`s how I was brought up (One thousand)
Lil` nigga had to pay his dues, man, slaughter (ree Lu)
9 braces on me, baby, hold on, wait (Hold on)
9 rings on me, baby, hold on, wait (I`m the champ)
Got that Glizzy on me, baby, hold on wait (That`s a Glock)
Don`t be shy with that pussy, hold on, wait (Yeah, mine)
90 vibes at the crib, pick a race (Yes)
I would`ve said at least a hundred to play it safe (Robbin` the safe)
When it comes to loud, I`ma roll with Grade A (Grade A)
I don`t go outta town unless I`m fillin` up the safe
I done crocodile my Pradas, just to hold my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can`t help who you love, nigga
That`s why God made thug niggas

You can`t help who you love, nigga
I`m poppin` my shit every mornin`
Then I go to paradise
Can`t help who you love, nigga
That`s why God made thug niggas

Date Added: 2019-01-18
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