Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Coming Back, artist - Future. Date of issue: 19.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ain't Coming Back |
| The Wizard |
| Some things out of my control |
| Gotta stay in my zone |
| (Boy) |
| Know what I’m sayin' |
| (I just told Richie we rich) |
| Woo |
| Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold |
| I done made it without sellin' my soul |
| Bad bitch layin' down in a robe |
| Ask me how I made a mil' and didn’t fold |
| Askin' 'bout these VVVV’s, drippin' |
| Keepin' it cold, I’m so different, yeah |
| Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy |
| Couple real friends turned enemy |
| Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah |
| Difference, I done fucked a few stars, yeah |
| Probably know a couple names on the list |
| Some you don’t know, they anonymous |
| Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss |
| Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah |
| I don’t need no stylist, I can dress myself (I don’t need a stylist) |
| Gotta watch the diamonds and they match the belt (Yeah) |
| Tryna give advice, need to help yourself |
| Tryna save me, need to save yourself |
| I can hear the hate even if I’m deaf |
| You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish, nigga |
| Jealous of my wrist and my diamonds |
| Jealous 'cause these hoes out here wildin', yeah, yeah |
| They say I’m the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah |
| They say I’m the one that can excite 'em (You the one) |
| Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold |
| I done made it without sellin' my soul |
| Bad bitch layin' down in a robe |
| Ask me how I made a mil' and didn’t fold |
| Askin' 'bout these VVVV’s, drippin' |
| Keepin' it cold, I’m so different, yeah (I'm so different) |
| Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy) |
| Couple real friends turned enemy |
| Brought my dices with me, had to skip class |
| Had to tell so many I ain’t comin' back |
| Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin' back |
| Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin' back |
| Bitch went to the 'Gram to write a book (Why she do that?) |
| Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands) |
| Don’t you judge me off mistakes I’ve made |
| You talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For life) |
| Wrist rocky, talkin' V-V-V's |
| Bitches suckin' out my energy |
| She’ll fuck my brother for the currency |
| Dawg ho and these dawgs ain’t free (Boy) |
| Never on the shelf, always fresh to death |
| I don’t need a stylist, I can dress myself (I can dress myself) |
| Drugs in my system, don’t play it fair (Don't play it fair) |
| Bitches take advantage, know I need help (Yeah) |
| Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold (Yeah) |
| I done made it without sellin' my soul (Oh) |
| Bad bitch layin' down in a robe |
| Ask me how I made a mil' and didn’t fold |
| Askin' 'bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin' (Ask about 'em) |
| Keepin' it cold, I’m so different, yeah (I'm so different) |
| Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Wanna feel my energy) |
| Couple real friends turned enemy |
| Brought my dices with me, had to skip class |
| Had to tell so many I ain’t comin' back |
| Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin' back |
| Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin' back |
| Askin' 'bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin' |
| Keepin' it cold, I’m so different, yeah |
| Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy |
| Couple real friends turned enemy |