Future - How 'Bout Dat lyrics

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Future - How 'Bout Dat lyrics

[Hook: Future & B.o.B] How 'bout we hit the club and walk up straight through VIP How 'bout we get some Puerto Rican girls and Japanese How 'bout we get some strippers and go crazy with this cheese How 'bout we pop some bottles and make movies till we G How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat [Verse 1: B.o.B] How 'bout dat, look at me like "Bob, why you stuntin' like that?" Ahhhh, tell 'em blame it on the black Cadilac I hop out that, haters, hop off that Pack so strong if you smell it you'll probably catch contact Freaks, what's up, show a young n***a what it do Show me what that thing hittin' like and I'll show you how to turn a four-door into a coupe Gettin' all mad at me cause your girl gettin' loose Yeah, it ain't no hype, I live that life, what you want me to do? Well the blue one came out, then the red one came out, now I gotta get two And my watch ain't got no manners, the sh**'s just rude Why you all in my face, you ain't even in my circle dawg, you ain't even in the loop I'ma wild out till I'm through, how 'bout it [Hook] [Verse 2: Future] How 'bout we get the Spikes, how 'bout we get the ice How 'bout I get a straight girl and I turn that girl to a dyke How 'bout we go to Magic and Onyx in the same night How 'bout we get a bunch of ones and let 'em fly like kites How 'bout I pull up hard, 'Rarri on the front How 'bout I get the racks and go shopping every day this month How 'bout I go to Pluto and go crazy with them bands How 'bout I go to space and never come back ever again How 'bout we get some bottles, poppin' that Rose How 'bout we sneak the lean inside the club, it's time to play How 'bout we make a move, give the streets somethin' to see How 'bout I flex my watch, you ain't gon' be able to see [Hook] [Verse 3: Trae the Truth] All black attire, in my zone Walk in the club like "guess who home" King of the city, so well known Run up trippin', this heat get shown N -double-ACP, all black stones Four-time trapper, trappin' all fours I ball like Diddy, money so long Tryna pick what chick fi'nna come home I bet you gon' learn to day, how 'bout that Walkin' up out of here by myself, I doubt that Go in hop in that Challenger parked out back Any wardrobe she in, she hoppin' out that Old-school game, I ain't never seen foreign, hit the club buck and turn it to a party Automatic range, where to get started, crews in the back if you run up on me retarded Bottles gettin' popped, haters get dropped, everything go, nothing can stop Realest left, only way I rock, I'm the truth, they know that off top Jealous n***as, yeah they gon' knock, thirsty b**hes, yeah they gon' bop On my dick is pro'bly where they hop, bunch of losers they gon' block [Hook]

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