Future - She Never Been To Pluto (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Future - She Never Been To Pluto (en) Lyrics
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Kick a bitch out like
toodles (Toodles)
Lobster on my plate, came a long
way from noodles (From noodles)
My pockets gettin' bigger
than a sumo (Woah)
Baby Sasuke, whippin'
up Naruto ('Ruto)
Clap it up, give a young
nigga kudos (Kudos)
I remember I was with your bitch,
she was coolin', yeah (Yeah)
She was kickin' shit with
me like judo (Judo)
Knock it out the park, home
run, Albert Pujols (Yeah)
She ain't never never been
to Pluto, yeah (Woah)
Young nigga stay in the same drama
Fuckin' on another nigga
baby mama (Eh)
Got a hood bitch named Shayanna (Yeah)
Got a Draco, the A with
the K out it (Yeah)
I shoot the three like I'm
Ray Allen (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, the trap, I can't stay
out it, uh (Oh, yeah)
My niggas, they used to
pray out it, yeah
We got lot of bands, I turned
to a bandit, yeah
I just popped a half and
I'm not landin', yeah
I just know she bad and
she too savage (Yeah)
Everything I do is outstanding (Yeah)
Everything on me Balenci' (Balenci')
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci
(Let's go, let's go)
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci
(Balenci', Balen')
This Rollie don't do no
tick-ticky (No ticky)
My diamonds hit back like
a frisbee (Frisbee)
And none of my bitches
is picky (Picky)
Pat in love with my coupe
like it's Missy (Woah)
I might just go cop a new cul-de-sac
Fuck on your bitch and
put that ho to bed
These niggas broke, no, they
don't got no bread (Yeah)
I done carried the game, I ain't weak
in my legs (I carried the game)
What? Weak in my legs,
with your bitch, yeah
Fuck on your ho and she givin' me head
After I'm done, put that lil' bitch
to bed, heard what I said?
Order up a shooter and
I pull up a sniper
My bro pull up and he
shootin' the rifle
We smash out and swerve in the Viper
My jacket made out of tiger (Rawr)
My cars made out carbon fiber (Yeah)
Foreign whip, pull up
beside you (Foreign)
Bitch, we done shot up
the opps (The opps)
Them niggas dead on arrival (Baow)
Might as well go outer
space on these hoes
Might as well go outer space (How?)
Tell me when you ready, yeah
Tell me when you ready, yeah (Go)
Push the Rolls-Royce like
a Chevy (Skrrt)
And I got a horse like Billy
Ray Cyrus (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bando to bando to bando
I'm havin' a seizure with the
Draco, slidin' (Brrt)
Young 'dem came through and
sprayed up the spot
You hear, "Kaboom," on me,
then you hear sirens
Runnin' the road like Boston,
Georgia, Diego, I can't
hide it (Freebandz)
Started out runnin' with the
goonies, now I got no
stylist, a nigga stylish
Should've put your bitch in the boonies
where you can't find her,
'cause when we find her (Go)
I know I'm goin' bezerko, that's
for-sure-ski, look at
my shirt (For-sure-ski)
I know I'm goin' satin and silk
Hermés on my curtains, yeah
Bustdown baguettes, put on
my wrist and my chest, I'm
getting so wet, hey
Comin' correct, you already
know how niggas comin', the
drum hold a fifth (Woo)
Turn up, yeah, gotta keep
that track (Turn up)
Tell me when you're ready, yeah
Diamonds all baguetties, yeah
Got a bad-ass bitch, yeah (Woo)
I just took her from a lame (Yeah)
Chopped her like hedges
I line that shit up like
edges (Line 'em up)
I wrap the bill up like a presi'
I got my side bitch tryna go steady
I put these carats on my ring
Ain't tryna marry no bitch
'til I'm ready
Man, that pretty lil' shit,
I done stabbed in it
Hit the dougie in it,
then I dabbed in it
A stallion draped in medallion,
but her Ferrari Italian
I'm out of here, all
the way out of here
Baby Pluto all the way out of here
I'm stylin' you, baby, I'm stylin' you
Lacing you up in designer gear
I'm proud of you, nigga, you
droppin' them bodies
You get you a Bird membership
A gang of niggas gon'
go up when I go up
I can't forget 'em (Gang)
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