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My Collection (我的收藏) (Explicit) - Future
Written by：Nayvadius Wilburn
I've been in the stu late workin' no residuals

If we never speak again
I'm just glad I got to tell you truth

Ain't playin' count 'em

You wanna come to paradise

Matter of fact you wanna come to Pluto

Haha

She told me she was an angel

She f**ked two rappers and three singers

She got a few athletes on speed dial
I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine handles ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
No this codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child
I used to sell d**e at my grandma's house as a rude child
All these cameras on f**kin' with my mood wild
And these chains clinkin' back and forth they too loud

They know damn well this wasn't promised

I know damn well this must be promised

Left every pair of Margielas at the condo

Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser you can keep

And I got this bad ting at disposal

I cooked it up and then I went global

My baby mama push a Range Rover

Had to make sure I got it fully loaded

Can't be the one and then you get exposed

If you the one then God will let me know

But at the same time I like to vibe with one

I'm paranoid I gotta ride with one

And I had to 'splain to her last night

Had to send this one freak on the last flight

Had to send this one freak on the last flight

Won't get a response from me ain't no confessions

Before I tell a lie won't tell you nothin'

Any time I got you girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once you part of my collection

Even if I hit you once you part of my collection

Even if I hit you once you part of my collection
Standin' on black socks meet me at the yacht dock
Icin' out the clock watch b**ches on my cock
Yeah maybe it's the drop yeah
We get in our feelings yeah
I don't know how you would feel about if I ain't have millions yeah

I'm conversin' with you I hope you hear me yeah
Keep my promise take my love with you everywhere

And hell no it ain't about no braggin' rights

But even if it was sh*t I got it

Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel

She f**ked two rappers and three singers

I'ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you

I got this joint she know what to do with me

And right now I don't know what to do with you
I don't wanna sound like I'm bein' rude with you

She caught a red eye leavin' L.A.

I shoulda gave her to the valet

And I had to tell her 'bout Miami

After she came with no panty

Won't get a response from me ain't no confessions

Before I tell a lie won't tell you nothin'

Any time I got you girl you my possession

Even if I hit you once you part of my collection

Even if I hit you once you part of my collection

Even if I hit you once you part of my collection