Red Leather Lyrics – Future & Metro Boomin

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So you think I ain’t gon’
I ain’t gon’ speak from my heart
You know what I’m sayin, I’m one thousand, yeah

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 lean, she got emotional
Codeine 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

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 codeine, 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 bitches got me fed up
Playin’ with the white with the green like a Celtic
She ain’t tryna share me, she thinking selfish
I just bought my young bitch 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, nigga, a 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 Molly
The ones work at Magic work at follies
I just left aunties and caught a body
Fuck 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 bitches that I started with
I must’ve been on a pill 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 read,y 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 bitch better
Chanel trench pussy, she taste like pineapple
Ima stay down with you, but don’t give me a headache
Lifestyle’s radical, please excuse the medies
California housing, gettin’ better with my vengeance
Audemar Richard Millie came in a FedEx
Smash 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
Bitch you better stay on your shit, you gettin’ graded
Take you to a spa in Saint Barts, is you ready?
Whip the double R with the stars and the headrest
Caught up with these broads, baby, did I change the address
Times got hard and I fucked off your lashes
Everything real I got my gold veneers added
Mother fuckin’ addict, but I will rock a Patek
If your love was a drug, maybe it’d be acid
I know I lost your trust, but I made you relapse
I gotta be on a pill to tell you how I’m feelin’
I tiptoe around, dance with the devil
I take a ho’-oh out to Bahamas
Shawty ride for a real one like a gunner

I done turned a dancer to a trophy
I done bought rings like Kobe
Never seen her tweaked with emotions, uh
She heard I sip lean, she got emotional
Codeine 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
Pissin’ on your grave in some red leather

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