| Guess I am a bad guy, I can see you like it
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| You can be the headline, if I can be your sidekick
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| Baby this can be the future ('ture, 'ture, 'ture)
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| Baby this can be the future ('ture, 'ture)
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| Hey!
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| Hey!
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| Amalgam Digital baby! |
| (let's go)
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| Goin, goin, gone
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| Jump Off
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| Free World
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| Baby girl is addicted (it's okay!), OD
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| You could have any dude in this world but chose me (oh …)
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| You could have any chick in this world but chose her
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| To play the backseat and direct the chauffeur (uh)
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| And that ain’t just Jazz, ain’t down with Okur (I could)
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| I play publicist and give her exposure
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| (I mean a) keep you in the latest
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| (I mean a) damn near waistless
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| Body like a porn star (whoa, whoa), smile like a waitress (oh!)
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| Now she turnin me, uh, uh, on, uh, uh, on, uh, uh, on
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| I mean, why get Club Bed or Club Med? |
| See (when)
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| We can just club in the bed of my club mansion (cheah)
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| Leave for the weekend, jet to the Hamptons (hey)
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| Tats on her torso, (I mean), I love how she handle it (oh)
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| A shoe game, show off, just frontin (what?)
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| But baby don’t blink or you bound to miss somethin, come on
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| Hey!
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| Hey!
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| Jump Off, I got it from here
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| Double Up! |
| Yeah
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| She want to roll with a rock star, bitch I’m him
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| Coke white Airs, seven five, eight cent
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| California slim
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| 501 blue, jeans on trim, New York match the brim
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| Lower than Manhattan (uh), lower than my pants saggin (uh)
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| Lower than my baby mama leanin in that Benz wagon (yeah)
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| And you can be heard, Toy Bird slip ons
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| LV clip ons, haters get shit on!
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| We roll up, 24's, so what?
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| Haters all swole up
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| Haters want my chain (ka ka), hold up
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| I’m not that nigga, I’m that nigga, so Jump Off or jump off (uhh)
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| Once enemies, my nemesis and I
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| Was stuck in the Genesis, Free World is our reply
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| Let bygones be bygones, I’m gone
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| Let all your pain be Champagne and Patron
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| Hey!
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| Baby this could be the
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| Yeah!
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| Ta ha
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| Baby this could be the
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| Come a, come a, come on
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| Come a, come a, come a, come a, come on (talk to 'em)
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| Look, she stayed back, my baby throw it on
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| Little bit of cologne, little bit of Patron
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| Is how I got her on
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| (I mean a) now we sit and spend mad hours on the phone
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| Like we both ain’t grown (yeah!)
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| Wrist kind of heavy, I’m a little well known
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| Matching crosses, different color stones (what?)
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| See, in one line I got her to come over
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| Told her I’m dumb sober, but hungover!
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| She play the club, sippin on Mimosa (hey)
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| I could fit your whole crew in one Rover
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| Just kick your shoes off 'fore you step in
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| (I mean) the crib’s mine and I’m livin like the Jetsons
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| Or let’s head OT, cop a one way
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| Step off the runway like we on a runway
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| Have your girlfriends thinkin you a runaway
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| Never mind, I already know what you gon' say (uh)
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| Cheah
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| Hey
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| Cheah
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| Ta ha
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| Baby this could be the
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| Come a, come a, come on, come a, come a
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| Talk to 'em
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| Yeah (hey!)
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| I mean, I’m thinkin this can be the
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| I’m thinkin, I’m thinkin this can be the |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Future , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Mood Muzik Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп