Future - Ain't Coming Back lyrics

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn

[Future - Ain't Coming Back lyrics]

The Wizard some things out of my control
Gotta stay in my zone (Boy)
Know what I'm sayin'
(I just told Richie we rich) woo

Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VVVV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

Different, I done customized the Bentley
Yeah
Difference, I done fucked a few stars, yeah
Probably know a couple names on the list
Some you don't know, they anonymous
Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss
Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah
I don't need no stylist, I can dress myself
(I don't need a stylist)

Gotta watch the diamonds and
They match the belt (yeah)
Tryna give advice, need to help yourself
Tryna save me, need to save yourself
I can hear the hate even if I'm deaf
You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish
Nigga jealous of my wrist and my diamonds
Jealous 'cause these hoes out
Here wildin', yeah, yeah
They say I'm the one
That inspired them, yeah, yeah
They say I'm the one that can excite 'em
(You the one)

Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VVVV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
(I'm so different)
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
(Feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy

Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back

Bitch went to the 'Gram to write a book
(Why she do that?)
Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook
(Bands)
Don't you judge me off mistakes I've made
You talk shit, gotta take it to the grave
(For life) wrist rocky, talkin' V-V-V's
Bitches suckin' out my energy
She'll fuck my brother for the currency
Dawg ho and these dawgs ain't free (Boy)
Never on the shelf, always fresh to death
I don't need a stylist, I can dress myself
(I can dress myself)
Drugs in my system, don't play it fair
(Don't play it fair)
Bitches take advantage, know I need help
(yeah)

Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold (yeah)
I done made it without sellin' my soul (Oh)
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin'
(Ask about 'em)
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
(I'm so different)
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
(Wanna feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy

Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back

Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

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