Overview
Future ATL - Usual lyrics
[Hook]
I put VVSs in my ears and rings (and thats usual)
I buy Louis bags with bitches on my team (and thats usual)
I just bought a Coupe dont come out 2013 (and thats usual)
I take mollies and I mix it with the lean (and thats usual)
Man I turn up on these niggas every time (its what I usually do)
Got a million dollars worth of fuckin dimes (its what I usually do)
Any time a nigga in the VIP (this what I usually do)
Order, hundred rolls, these bottles are on me (and thats usual)
[Verse 1]
My cup pink, my blunt stink
My bankroll, it wont fold
Im out of here, in Pluto
Have a two-door and a four-door
In the same day, got two bitches go both ways
They eatin good like a Sunday
Im a fly guy like a runway
My jacket leather with a little suede
Im king, baby, David Yurman
Im a space cadet, I aint even human
Get adios in sixty seconds
Im out of here like George Jetson
In the air with the kush and plane
Take a pain killer, take away the pain
Real street nigga, take away the fame
I switch lanes with your main dame
Rock Chuck Taylors with the spikes on em
My ear lobesve got ice on em
My main thing, keep ice on her
With a big bag and some red bottoms
I spit fire, that real lava
Im a superstar, and Im a real problem
When Im in the club, send a hundred bottles
Send a hundred bitches and they all models
Champagne, pour it like its water
My chain swang, its H20
Them clear diamonds, they shine and glow
Im makin movies like HBO
Im strapped up with the four-four Future ATL - Usual - http://motolyrics.com/future-atl/usual-lyrics.html
Im from Lil Mexico, Ill take your hoe
I fuck with Haiti like Lorenzo
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[Verse 2]
Im on Miley Cyrus, got more style than any stylist
See a pretty face with a bad body
She right beside me like a chain on
My frames on, they Christian Dior, Im draped to the floor
I hustle that blow like you shootin it up
Im throwin that money like shootin it up
Im Rastafarian Jamaican tough
Im back, why puff? Im big in these streets
Im so high right now I cant feel my feet
Im in Ferragamo, Im in Double G
Thats Gucci, young Gucci, from head to my feet
Im geeked off the money like I snorted P
I turn up, I turn up, its no one can compete
I broke the knob off and they vanished, capisce?
I cant see you, even though you see me
Im back on my one-two, hookin up Peru
More money, more problems what Imma do?
Im inside the zoo, Im gone off that screw
Guerrilla warfare, chopping it loose
I hop in the Coupe, 200 on dash
My bitch very bad, my money come fast
The bottles on fire like the 4th of July
Designer my eyes, designer my hoes
Designer my clothes, we pourin up fours
My jewelry froze, make commas and Os
Its all I know, me and Franks
Grants and Jacks, Im playin with a sack
I take my bitch and let her play with them stacks
Ill take me a blunt and stuff it til its fat
If its 1000, thats real facts
If its OG, thats that loud pack
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