Biografía:
Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn,? (20 de noviembre de 1983),2? más conocido por su nombre artístico Future, es un cantante de hip hop estadounidense que radica en Kirkwood, Atlanta, Georgia. Después de lanzar una serie de mixtapes moderadamente exitosos entre 2010 y 2011, Future firmó con la compañía discográfica Epic Records.
Posteriormente Future comenzó a trabajar en su álbum debut Pluto, y en abril de 2012 lanzó el álbum alcanzando críticas positivas.
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Otras canciones:
- Mask Off
- Absolutely Going Brazy
- After That
- All Da Smoke
- Baddie
- Codeine Crazy
- Coming Out Strong
- Damage
- Deep In That
- Draco
- Extra Luv
- Fresh Air
- Georgia
- Hallucinating
- Hate In Your Soul
- I Thank U
- Icwnt
- Incredible
- Keep Quiet
- Lookin Exotic
- Low Life
- Mink Flow
- My Collection
- My Peak
- My Savages
- Neva Missa Lost
- Never Satisfied
- New Illuminati
- No Shame
- Nowhere
- Pie
- Selfish
- Solo
- Sorry
- Testify
- Turn On Me
- Use Me
- Used To This
- Walk On Minks
- Whats Up With That
- You Da Baddest
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
F#m C#m
Bm
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
D
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
[Chorus]
C#m F#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
C#m Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
C#m Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it
[Verse 1]
D
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
Bm
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
A
Was a starter, something good
Bm
Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
D
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain't never wanted no war with us
Bm
Niggas ain't never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
E
Bet you can't come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Bm
Got a bankroll like I'm still serving that fish scale
D
I did a girl in private, she don't wanna hide it
Bm
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
E
I'm takin' this personal nigga like Monica
Bm
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
Bm C#m
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
E
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
Bm E Bm D
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and Prada
[Chorus]
C#m F#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
C#m Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
C#m Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it
[Verse 2]
F#m
You in them cuts 'cause that's your hiding ritual
C#m
You at your grandma house, you posted up
Bm
You put that chopper on IG
D E D
You ready to let it go to make 'em how to believe it
You hit your block an' get in it
Bm E
You hit that block an' get in it
C#m
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Bm
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
D
You see how niggas think about you?
Bm
Now, you layin' on the pavement
E C#m
Nigga, bleedin' from your backside
Bm
'Boutta take a long vacation
D
Pour out Hennessey for you
Bm
Pour some Hennessey for you
A
I know that's your favourite drink, nigga
Bm
(I know that's your favourite drink)
[Chorus]
C#m F#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
C#m Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
C#m Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it
F#m C#m
Bm
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
D
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
[Chorus]
C#m F#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
C#m Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
C#m Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it
[Verse 1]
D
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
Bm
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
A
Was a starter, something good
Bm
Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
D
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain't never wanted no war with us
Bm
Niggas ain't never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
E
Bet you can't come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Bm
Got a bankroll like I'm still serving that fish scale
D
I did a girl in private, she don't wanna hide it
Bm
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
E
I'm takin' this personal nigga like Monica
Bm
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
Bm C#m
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
E
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
Bm E Bm D
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and Prada
[Chorus]
C#m F#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
C#m Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
C#m Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it
[Verse 2]
F#m
You in them cuts 'cause that's your hiding ritual
C#m
You at your grandma house, you posted up
Bm
You put that chopper on IG
D E D
You ready to let it go to make 'em how to believe it
You hit your block an' get in it
Bm E
You hit that block an' get in it
C#m
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Bm
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
D
You see how niggas think about you?
Bm
Now, you layin' on the pavement
E C#m
Nigga, bleedin' from your backside
Bm
'Boutta take a long vacation
D
Pour out Hennessey for you
Bm
Pour some Hennessey for you
A
I know that's your favourite drink, nigga
Bm
(I know that's your favourite drink)
[Chorus]
C#m F#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
C#m Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
C#m Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it
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