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→ Future & Metro Boomin - Red Leather (feat. J. Cole) (Clean - Lyrics) ←
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Intro (Future) | 0:00
Chorus (Future) | 0:17
I done turned a dancer to a trophy
I done bought rings like Kobe
Never seen her tweak with her emotions, uh
She heard I sip l**n, she got emotional
C*deine got my heart like opium
I feel her heart beating when I'm huggin' her
Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors
Pissin' on your grave in some red leather
Verse 1 (Future) | 0:40
Turbo Panamera the seats bird feathers, keep light on me like Carmelo
Don't lie to me I'm on God levels
Forever is not long enough, if it's endless what we doin'
Either you a rebel, what we doin', toast c*deine, trap stars, what we doin'
A few remain nameless deserve my dedication, I just want my movement like Larry Davis
Came from Amsterdam had my head up, screenshot, b*tches got me fed up
Playin' with the white for green like a Celtic, she ain't tryna share me, she thinking selfish
I just bought my young b*tch some new Rosettas, went to Tokyo I had to hit the ghetto
Like to kick it with her 'cause she play soccer, introduced her to some goons, n*gga, and some robbers
Now she want that Bentayga and it's obvious, real patience for them big faces and I got it
Still faded from the last night off M*lly, the ones work at Magic work at follies
I just left aunties and caught a body, f*ck your wifey at the back of king with diamonds
Turn me on, you can't put on all my diamonds, leave me all alone, I'm throwin' a party
How I'm gon' have commitment in this world of sin? Try my best to love you in this world we in
Took another look at every foreign I'm in, end up with the b*tches that I started with
I must've been on a p*ll when I recorded this, had the stick in my hand while I was typing this
I know I'm arrogant but don't be trifling, I iced out you once and you got iced again
This guitar sound like parliament, I just blowed a check, baby, pardon me
All black trimmed up burgundy, keep it real with me no perjury
Put them bags on her arm like weigh sand, Saks Fifth Avenue, she ran through eighty bands
Got your passport ready, we some aliens, got my transporter by my radius
Got my transporter up with Mercedes Benz, I can never give up on what we had
Abracadabra make my side b*tch better, Chanel trench p*ssy, she taste like pineapple
I'ma stay down with you but don't give me a headache, lifestyle's radical, please excuse the m*dies
California housing, gettin' better with my vengeance, Audemar Richard Millie came in a FedEx
Sm*sh her like a grudge that I never gettin' deaded, sippin' on mud while I'm looking at my presi'
Presidential tints in the back, I done made it, b*tch, you better stay on your sh*t, you gettin' graded
Take you to a spa in Saint Barts, is you ready? Whip the double R with the stars and the headrest
(...)
Chorus (Future) | 3:52
Bridge (Future) | 4:17
Verse 2 (J. Cole) | 4:30
Pluto got twenty girlfriends, damn, I'm doin' it wrong
Cut off all my h*es, now I'm only puttin' you in the song
Day one, shawty been with me from the playground
Hey now, baby, that was the reason I was playin' 'round
Runnin' like the chicken with his head cut off
Through the streets where the freaks love the red leather
On my shoulder blades, in my older age
She the era of my ways, but I'm not totally over all the temptation
Why all the sin give you all the sensation?
Yeah, I'm with Future up in Onyx just wastin'
A lot of money on the str*pper education
Throw so much paper that it causin' inflation
Now it's late and I'm getting impatient
Might run a train on a b*tch, Penn' station
Nah, I'm playin', I'm just lit, gettin' wasted
And she whisper in my ear, she wanna taste it
Damn, you makin' it hard for me
When I'm standin' strong, I got authority
Will power, when I double bat it, I feel power
Me and Astro, 6'4, we the Twin Towers
Twin Glocks with the switch piece, that extends shots
It's a metaphor for the boy when you in proximity
I can't stop right now, they gon' remember me forever
My story's more clever, my simile's was better
My energy was never on some "Toughest n*gga sh*t"
I was just a conscious rapper that would f*ck a n*gga b*tch
I was just a college n*gga from a rougher premise
Got my nose out the streets but I love to get a whiff
Of the action, with risk comes attraction
The blicks get to blastin', I turn into a track star
Wanted all the h*es, what the f*ck you think I rap for?
I been tryna slangin' the same woods since Hacksaw
(...)
Outro (Future & J. Cole) | 6:28 |