Thought It Was a Drought Akkorde von
Future
Future

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Tonart: D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Dirty soda,
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Spike Lee, white girl, Ice T
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Fully loaded AP, yeah
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I just
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fucked your bitch
in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches
and I made 'em lip lock
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I just took a piss and I seen
codeine coming out
We got purple Actavis, I thought
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it was a drought
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Bitch, I'ma choose the dirty
over you
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You know I ain't scared
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to lose you
They don't like it when
you're telling the truth
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I'd rather be realer than you
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I had to make me a cot now
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I called a contractor to make me a spot
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I sold the dope out your house
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Now you come to my house,
I've got dope in the couch
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You know I don't fuck with no rumors
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Rocking red bottoms like they Pumas
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Got these meds on me, I'ma do 'em
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I take these pills and I'm having a thrill
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Taking prescription's a hell of a feeling
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As for the Xanny, I never forgot it
Got 'em begging to call up my
phone tryna have a menage
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Gotta put up the cash can't even stay in the house
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'cause there's too much to hide
Whip the four to a nine,
gotta pay up the rent I was too far behind
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Fuck 'em two at a time,
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fuck 'em two at a time
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Had to do what I had to do
to get where I'm at
Niggas know I ain't lying,
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niggas know I ain't ly ing
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It's a lot on my mind,
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it's a lot on my plate
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But I never complain
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I was working the weight like I came out the gym,
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I never did train
Put the girl on a train
Strapped a bird on her back,
now she came back with change, ay
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I just fucked your bitch
in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches and
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I made them lip lock
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I just took a piss and I seen
codeine coming out
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We got purple Actavis, I thought
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it was a drought
I just fucked your bitch
in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches and
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I made them lip lock
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I just took a piss and I seen
codeine coming out
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We got purple Actavis, I thought
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it was a drought
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I strapped the dope to your spouse
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The first time I gave her an ounce
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I put some free bands in her account
I told her "bitch,
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can't be running your mouth
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Better watch what you say to these niggas
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'Cause you already know
what they 'bout"
Put the game in a choke in a knot
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Hit that bitch while I'm choking her out
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Put the hook on her, now she
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got love in the south
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I got some purp' on me now
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Stacking the Styrofoams up
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by the door
They don't let me back in,
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they ain't know they in trouble
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Valet the whip by the front door
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On a Percocet now and I
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need me some more
Tell me them lies that you want me to hear
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I try to forget but it's hard to forgive
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Take me some codeine and pop me a pill
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I pull on a blunt and blow
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smoke out my ears
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I smoke on this blunt, I get high as I can
I float off the Earth in designer
I'm working on having some manners
I'm thinking about it right now
I'm holding the cash while I
pour up the lean
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Then I put one in the air
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I just
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fucked your bitch
in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches and
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I made them lip lock
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I just took a piss and I seen
codeine coming out
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We got purple Actavis, I thought
it was a drought
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I just fucked your bitch
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in some Gucci flip flops
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I just had some bitches and
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I made them lip lock
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I just took a piss and I seen
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codeine coming out
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We got purple Actavis, I thought
it was a drought
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Thought it
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was a drought, thought it,
thought it was a drought
We thought it was a drought,
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we poured up Actavis
Bitch, I'ma choose the dirty
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over you
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You know I ain't scared
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to lose you
They don't like it when
you're telling the truth
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I'd rather be realer than
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you
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Young Metro, Young Metro,
Young Metro
Young Metro, Young Metro,
Young Metro
Young Metro, Young Metro,
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Young Met ro
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