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Future - Poetry Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo this that Maya Angelou, know what I'm sayin'
My nigga this poetry
Pablo Neruda, Robert Frost type shit, know what I'm sayin'
Mark Twain, Shakespeare, in the belly of the beast, know what I mean

[Verse 1]
Nigga this poetry, you can't afford me
A board'a award me
Pass me a napkin, this supper so good, my plate looking gorgeous
2012 went to Pluto, now niggas want me on choruses
Give 'em a verse and a chorus, go chart it now you got a Future endorsement
Bad bitches never go lady-like, hoe [cat?] bitches always gon' make it right
You go far, no competition, your bitch calling me, God my witness I smoke too much
Shе holler out "Freebandz", you holler out "rematch"
First rulе, never ever fight for the pussy, you should already see that
Somehow niggas don't catch the memo
Dirty Sprite, put the tape out [all demo?]
Niggas try to say they ain't hot because I add a melody to this rap shit, nigga you a lame-o (Gone)
Streets got concrete with a rose
Fighting me with this shit, need better clothes
Pussy got slammed out a finger roll, get it on set, call a shooter, get your [?] on

[Chorus]
Nigga this poetry, nigga- my nigga this poetry
Married to the money, I never ever ever divorce it
Nigga this poetry, nigga- my nigga this poetry
Put it on my mama, my daddy, if you [not that?] then it's abortion
Nigga this poetry, nigga- my nigga this poetry
[?]
Nigga this poetry, nigga- my nigga I swear that it's poetry
[Verse 2]
Love it or hate it, I'm a bad influence
Thirty-six ounces of raw, come back looking like Patrick Ewing
Triple your cars, why do you do it?
These niggas they get so emotional gassing these bitches, no fluid
Murder that pussy, first degree
Continue to murk that pussy, now you can go shopping for free
Niggas ain't checked none my logo, never come dolo, come through late on the low-low
She ask for the photo, that's a quick no-no, 'cuz bitches out here be fucking for the promo
She jump on her exes, I cum in her mouth when I use no protection
She sit on her ruler, I said this ruler can teach you a lesson
Some chicks got obsessions but never admit that they need some affection
I might have to pick another ex because these are my groupie confessions

[Chorus]
Nigga this poetry, nigga- my nigga this poetry
Married to the money, I never ever ever divorce it
Nigga this poetry, nigga- my nigga this poetry
Put it on my mama, my daddy, if you [not that?] then it's abortion
Nigga this poetry, nigga- my nigga this poetry
[?]
Nigga this poetry, nigga- my nigga I swear that it's poetry