Future - NO SECURITY (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Future - NO SECURITY (en) Lyrics
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I'm cut off from a different
cloth from niggas, that's
a Fendi fact, yeah
And I'm strapped up with that
mini-MAC, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' up a chinac I'm
already millennium
Takin' pics with junkies and I'm
ridin' 'round with Eminem
It's some robbers and killers 'round
here, that's where I'm at
They make drug deals, pop pills,
that's where I'm at
They got dog food 'round here,
that's where I'm at
I'm the king of the trenches, no security
guards (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We get triple in your town,
nigga, that's where I'm at
Fuck around and grab a crib, shit,
I'm nеver comin' back (Mm-hmm)
It's a ruler on the glizzy,
bag mе up when I laugh
Man, these internet niggas never
fucked with a bag (Nah)
Eleven in my pants, I can't
even get it out
I ain't had shit, ask me how
I'm livin' now (Ask me)
I done, done, done it all, did
a lot (Did it all, nigga)
Watch him run, run just like Ricky,
spin the block (Shit)
Fuck it, niggas spin again (Ooh)
Fear Of God on me, I don't
fear a man (Fear Of God)
Lot of niggas fumin', they
get up there on that stand
(Lot of niggas fumin')
I been livin' toxic, fuck one
bitch then fuck her friends
I'm the king of the trenches,
no security guard
Big barbarian, nigga, just
check my body weight
I get first stab at these bitches
in and out of state
Ain't no trippin' off no twat
that I made very important
They launderin', they prayin' on you,
they land on you, extortion
Good thing I was known, finesse
before I had anything
Good thing, I never played with
sake, I played magazine
Posted on the block when the
sunlight was up, yeah
Hundred stacks of hard, they
got my gun in the cut
Fendi on my body, garment
lookin' like a ninja
Play me like I'm Urkel, bitch, you
know I'm 'bout to suspend her
I hold out my arm, you could
tell I'm a winner
'Posed to live in Vietnam,
I'm with all the hitters
That's where I'm at
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