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Future - White And Green Lyrics

(Wheezy outta here)
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Chorus (Future)
I make the bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex I feel like a god big as Jay Z
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money got to bring the machine
Sticks like hibachi the one wit the beams
FN (?) duckin' agencies
Sleepin on me crank the car wit no key
Usually I’m pouring up exotic tea
Drinkin on oil wit a bad lil frеak
Trapping ain’t dead got that white and green
Coast to coast slipping exotic tings
I hit your hoе in the trap wit the lean
Have a hella of time whenever we link
Holdin all way to the Philippines

(Verse 1)
Purchase my [?] for my guillotines
Do what I did and I got me some things I ain’t never seen
Pourin it up like it’s caffeine
Came out the gutter word up to my mother, I came out the gutter told magazine
Strapped in the field for the causally stand in the field, and you I’m not a athlete
Benjamin Franklin done got in my pockets, done got in my veins, it done got in my pores
Surfin Australia surfin America surfin nastalia I’m surfin Dior
Rich nigga fuck the bitch just like I’m poor
Stars in the ceiling Rolls Royce in the floor
(Stars in the ceiling Rolls Royce on the floor)
Chorus (future)
I make the bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex I feel like a god big as Jay Z
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money got to bring the machine
Sticks like hibachi the one wit the beams
FN (?) duckin' agencies
Sleepin on me crank the car wit no key
Usually I’m pouring up exotic tea
Drinkin on oil wit a bad lil freak
Trapping ain’t dead got that white and green
Coast to coast slipping exotic tings
I hit your hoe in the trap wit the lean
Have a hella of time whenever we link
Holdin all way to the Philippines

(Verse 2 Yo Gotti)
I’m true to the game I’ve never been lame I got her a rolls truck ice out her chain
Put dirt on my name I’ll knock out ya plane I’m burning ahead in that new Mulsanne
These ain’t Bugattis they emerald cuts
Got a new bitch she a boujee lil slut
Ain’t no meeting wit me unless the millions and up
Ain’t kicking it wit me less the bitch wanna fuck
Had choppas in the bando you already know that
Askin' bout' me know somewhere where your hoe at
Ten Mil throw back
And you know it’s fuck 12 gotta know that
I make da bitch disappear like Houdini
She gave me head in that new Lamborghini
You bought a birkin I bought the bikinis
This Patek a 1 of 1 you never seen it
Chorus (Future)
I make the bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex I feel like a god big as Jay Z
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money got to bring the machine
Sticks like hibachi the one wit the beams
FN (?) duckin' agencies
Sleepin on me crank the car wit no key
Usually I’m pouring up exotic tea
Drinkin on oil wit a bad lil freak
Trapping ain’t dead got that white and green
Coast to coast slipping exotic tings
I hit your hoe in the trap wit the lean
Have a hella of time whenever we link
Holdin all way to the Philippines