Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FUTURAMA 2099, artist - DC The Don. Date of issue: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FUTURAMA 2099 |
| Girl, I want you bad |
| I’m the terminator |
| Real shit, I don’t wanna wait up |
| Girl, you make me mad |
| Pop out like The Undertaker |
| No shoot, girl, I’ma layup |
| RoboCop love, Arnold Schwarzenegger |
| Yeah, you’ve been trippin' |
| Shit, but I’ve been trippin' too, so what’s the fuckin' difference? |
| Yeah and she’s been sippin' too |
| She having codeine visions, yeah |
| All them times I called, you ignored it like I didn’t |
| Shit I’m marryin' Wanda, she love when I’m lifted |
| I just 2020 my vision, woah |
| That’s why I’m not leavin' comments |
| I’m too motherfuckin' fried to be honest, ayy |
| I think my bitch work in economics |
| She keep on countin', countin' 'til she vomit, ayy |
| Stackin', stackin', make it triple my boys |
| Tryna change the whole fuckin' climate, ayy |
| Spittin' straight facts |
| And I promise you truly, I like where I’m at |
| 'Cause I’m under hysteria, my gang in the back |
| In the whip, I go hard, put my city on the map |
| And I brought that shit back |
| And I brought that shit back, girl, I’m east side on baby |
| You know where I’m at |
| And I’m in the opp’s crib, baby mama ain’t watchin' your kid but I’m blowin' |
| her back |
| On the run, I said I ain’t comin' right back |
| Shawty fell to her knees, had a whole heart attack |
| I ain’t feelin' no love, I’m just speakin' the facts |
| With my heart on my chest and my gun on my lap |
| She be talkin' the shit, I’m fucked up, so I left |
| I know you hate me, it’s cool, we can leave it at that |
| But she still come around, so I’m handlin' that |
| She not a fan of the boy, just a fan of my stats |
| These niggas don’t like me |
| Livin' good, puttin' on my team |
| Futurama, night time dreams |
| Fell in love with a motherfuckin' freak, yeah |
| But you know Gods don’t bleed |
| And I know my ex still checkin' on me |
| So, let me put your mind at ease |
| Ferragamo on my shirt, this the new white tee, yeah |
| We don’t be as happy as we seem, yeah |
| I dont like how we look on the big screen |
| I don’t, I don’t wanna live in this dream |
| I don’t, I don’t wanna live in this dream |
| Yeah, you’ve been trippin' |
| Shit, but I’ve been trippin' too, so what’s the fuckin' difference? |
| Yeah and she’s been sippin' too |
| She having codeine visions, yeah |
| All them times I called, you ignored it like I didn’t |
| Shit I’m marryin' Wanda, she love when I’m lifted |
| I just 2020 my vision |
| I said, when am I comin', okay |
| We can make this shit back up in May |
| I think I did the best that I can say |
| I was down for your ass, that ain’t up for debate, yeah |
| You knockin' down only ninety percent of your shots, if you shoot, |
| you gon' make it |
| You gon' miss all of them hoes if you don’t put the shot up, you never know it |
| til' you take it |
| I got a bag and bitch, I’m tryna break it |
| I’m swagin' so fuckin' hard, I know they hate it |
| My bitch said, «Donny, baby, I can’t take it» |
| Tryna tell you I’m ballin', feelin' detonated |
| Shit, I live on Saturn, I’m hella faded |
| I’ll pick you up Saturday and then we bakin' |
| My demons surroundin' me, I can’t shake it |
| I’m back in your city baby, what’s shakin'? |
| yea |
| And I’m way to sorry girl, I’m mistaken |
| All that shit from the past, girl I’m still hatin' |
| You was pillow talkin', I was pancakin' |
| Got her on the wall, got her leg shakin' |
| You’ve been MIA, misses can’t make it |
| Ball out, NBA, goin' to the basics |
| If I’ma be in love, I’ma make statements |
| Somewhere in the sun, with my heart breakin' |
| Yeah, you’ve been trippin' |
| Shit, but I’ve been trippin' too, so what’s the fuckin' difference? |
| Yeah and she’s been sippin' too |
| She having codeine visions, yeah |
| All them times I called, you ignored it like I didn’t |
| Shit I’m marryin' Wanda, she love when I’m lifted |
| I just 2020 my vision, woah |
| That’s why I’m not leavin' comments |
| I’m too motherfuckin' fried to be honest, ayy |
| I think my bitch work in economics |
| She keep on countin', countin' 'til she vomit, ayy |
| Stackin', stackin', make it triple my boys |
| Tryna change the whole fuckin' climate, ayy |
| Go |