Lyrics Futuristic Love - Deezy K

Uh look aye
Shawty 5'6
Ass fat
Ouu
Lightskin
But her bestfriend black
Ouu
Aye say I need both of yall
Say I need both of yall
Say I need both of yall
Ouu
All this cash on me i throw them Racks on ya
Aye you shake that ass for me I Throw them racks on ya
Aye look Her old nigga bad business
Her new nigga driving a bentley
Her hair like my glock extensions
Ouu

Off white on her off night
She the definition of a rich nigga type
Louie bags when she catch a flight
Lord have mercy think I love her I Nust hope she be aiight

Double Cs on her sleeve
Double C Double C
I think she crippin' like me
The bitch dope Charlie Sheen
Between her lines im tryna read
And From behind im tryna beat her nah
Show her shit she never seen nah
She might want you never need you nah

Why you gotta fight with me at Bathing apes
It's supposed to be a great day nah
Why you telling lies right straight to my face
You know thats some shit that I dont play about Ouu

All this cash on me I throw these Racks on ya
Aye you shake that ass for me I Throw these racks on ya
Her old nigga bad business
Her new nigga driving a bentley
Her hair like my glock extensions
Ouu

Off white on her off night
She the definition of a rich nigga Type
Louie bags when she catch a flight
Lord have mercy think I love her I just hope she be aiight

Letter to my Futuristic Lover girl
I treat you like a Queen and fuck You like no other girl
I hope you aint had no dealings With none of my brothers girl
I hope your intension true with no Undercover girl

Aye I might have some hoes but I Cut they ass off
You know you fuck with a boss
I just like to fuck ion talk
My niggas leaving bodies white Chalk
Can you say my name
Can you say my name
Why the fuck i got to buy you Givenchy love dont cost a thing

Tell me how you feeling I can help it
I cant help it im too selfish I be feeling like I want you to myself
I be battling my own demons Mind versus Melvin
I be fucking with a couple hoes but Ill never tell her ouu

All this cash on me i throw them racks on ya
Aye you shake that ass for me I throw them racks on ya
Her old nigga bad business
Her new nigga driving a bentley
Her hair like my glock extensions
Ouu

Off white on her off night
She the definition of a rich nigga Type
Louie bags when she catch a flight
Lord have mercy think I love her I Just hope she be aiight

I just hope she be aiight
Think I love her I just hope she be Aiight
No
No no no