Future - Mask Off (Beave Unofficial Remix) (Mixed) Lyrics

Lyrics Mask Off (Beave Unofficial Remix) (Mixed) - Future



Call it how it is Hendrix I promise, I swear,
I swear If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you You heard,
Spit it, yo Percocets, molly, Percocets Percocets, molly,
Percocets Rep the set, gotta rep the set Chase a check,
Never chase a bitch Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it,
Mask off Percocets, molly, Percocets Chase a check,
Never chase a bitch Don't chase no bitches Two cups,
Toast up with the gang From food stamps to a whole 'nother domain (we
Ridin') Out the bottom, I'm a livin' proof (super) Ain't compromising,
Half a million on a Coupe Drug houses, lookin' like Peru Graduated,
I was overdue Pink molly, I can barely move Ask about me,
I'm gon' bust a move Rick James, thirty-three chains Ocean air,
Cruisin' Biscayne Top off, that's a liability Hit the gas,
Boostin' my adrenaline Percocets, molly, Percocets Percocets, molly,
Percocets Rep the set, gotta rep the set Chase a check,
Never chase a bitch Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it,
Mask off Percocets, molly, Percocets Chase a check,
Never chase a bitch Don't chase no bitches Four-door
Maybach; I drive anything Buy my Range, make 'em go insane (
Oh my Lord, praise him be) DJ Esco
Moe City Uh, I got a halo I level up every time God says so Shooter
On payroll Lookin' like Pancho,
Lookin' like Pedro Money trees from Tarzan Ten dividends gon' grow
When I say "grow" Kung Fu Kenny with the Midas touch Ain't no penny
That I don't touch All my enemy bite on dust Ain't no talkin' when
It's fatal Havin' heart,
I can't tell Half of y'all might need help I might fall in Rodeo
(Bitch) I might ball in Australia (say no more) I might call her for
Real (say no more) All the ass go unveil Wind blows in the windows
And I snuck in when the vent close She copy like 10-4 Know who we
Sent for Platinum, platinum,
Platinum Gotta look at self and ask what happened How y'all let a
Conscious nigga go commercial While only makin' conscious albums?
How y'all let the braids on TV?
How y'all let the hood at the table?
Now y'all don't even know how to rate him Niggas lookin' like I'm a
Created player Everybody who didn't pay respect Gotta 'fess up now
And pay ya debts Gotta lay somethin' down if makin' threats Gotta say
Somethin' now, don't hold ya breath I mean, I'm floatin',
I got the sauce, got the potion I got 'em all in convulsions and
Emotions I put careers in negotions and Put the body in the ocean I
Made an oath when my nigga told me to go in Then he died on a cold
Bench All my old friends livin' life on a
Slow end Gotta keep shit rollin', it's deep (
It's deep) I done fucked so much I can't sleep I done fucked so much
I'm retired (swear to God) I'm 'bout to live my life through Dave
Free (swear to God) She said she broke down when Prince died
(It's alright) Bitch, my hair down, Prince live through me (
I am Prince) Get your ass up and be inspired (get inspired) You know
How many bodies in the street? (how many?
) Take the mask off so you can see Percocets, molly,
Percocets Percocets, molly, Percocets Rep the set,
Gotta rep the set Chase a check, never chase a bitch Mask on, fuck it,
Mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Percocets, molly,
Percocets Chase a check,
Never chase a bitch Don't chase no bitches Mask on, fuck it,
Mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it,
Mask off Gas gone, never nod off Ten, ten tears Mine, said the Lord
By Bennyberry



Writer(s): Leland Tyler Wayne, Tommy Butler, Nayvadius Wilburn, William Moore


Future - Storm the Decks, Vol. 24 (DJ Mix)
Album Storm the Decks, Vol. 24 (DJ Mix)
date of release
04-06-2019




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