Throw Away Lyrics was released on October 28, 2014, from the Album ‘Monster’. The song was sung by Future. Throw Away Song Lyrics are penned by Future, James Bernard Rosser Jr., and Brandon Rackley. The song label is Freebandz. While the song was produced by James Bernard Rosser Jr., and Brandon Rackley.
Song Credits:
| Released | October 28, 2014 |
| Album | Monster |
| Singer | Future |
| Songwriter(s) | Future, James Bernard Rosser Jr. & Brandon Rackley |
| Producer(s) | Bernard Rosser Jr. & Brandon Rackley |
| Label | Freebandz |
Throw Away Lyrics:
(Part I)
Nard & B
It’s gon’ be okay, okay, oh
It’s gon’ be okay (Okay)
Real hard, nigga, we don’t play
But you gon’ be okay (FBG)
I don’t want no relations (No)
I just want your facial (Swear)
I don’t want no relations
I just want your facial (Head)
Pour some alcohol and drink it, baby
Go and taste it (Drink up)
Pour some alcohol and drink it, baby
Go and taste it (Okay)
I don’t want no relations (Okay)
I just want your facial (Okay)
Girl, you know you like a pistol
You a throwaway
We gon’ drink, girl, we gon’ drink
Like it’s Cinco De Mayo (Let’s pour)
I won’t ever tell you anything
Your heart desires (Oh, no)
It’s gon’ be okay, okay, girl
It’s gon’ be okay (Woah, woah)
I don’t want no confrontation
It too complicated (That’s all)
Pour my lean for me, baby
You a hottie thottie (Pour, pour)
I’m gon’ fuck you in Atlanta
like we on an island (Yeah)
I can’t lose my concentration, girl
I ain’t go on no dates (I can’t go)
If we have a conversation
Gotta fuck today (Woo)
I ain’t disrespectful never
I ain’t disrespectful (I ain’t disrespectful)
Got a black girl and a white one
Call ’em salt and pepper (Oh yeah)
I copped one of ’em a Bimmer
And one a Kompressor (Skrrt, skrrt)
I told her I would call her back and
I forgot to text her (FreeBandz)
It’s gon’ be okay, okay, oh
It’s gon’ be okay (Okay)
Real hard, nigga, we don’t play
But you gon’ be okay (FBG)
I don’t want no relations (No)
I just want your facial (Swear)
I don’t want no relations
I just want your facial (Head)
Pour some alcohol and drink it, baby
Go and taste it (Drink up)
Pour some alcohol and drink it, baby
Go and taste it (Okay)
I don’t want no relations (Okay)
I just want your facial (Okay)
Girl, you know you like a pistol
You a throwaway
(Part II)
Deep down
I believe you know you’re a monster too
Go’n fuck that nigga, get it over with
Go’n fuck that nigga, get it over with
Go’n fuck that nigga, get it over with
Go’n fuck that nigga, get it over with
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Future Hendrix
I know your true feelings ain’t
They couldn’t be here, you hear me?
They gotta be somewhere else
I ain’t worryin’ ’bout no fucking
I ain’t worried ’bout no fucking
Does sexing on the late night mean that much to you?
My love don’t mean that much to you
Fucking these hoes meant too damn much to you
I just hope when you fucking on
That nigga, when you finished
He can say that he love you
Now do you feel better ’bout yourself?
Do you feel better by yourself?
Did you feel better when I left?
Mark my words, I’ma ball without you
I came home last night to a ménage
Got my dick sucked and I was thinking about you
I was fucking on a slut and
I was thinking about you
When you fucking on that nigga
Hope you thinking about me
When you laying with that nigga
Hope you thinking about me
‘Cause I’m thinking about you
Go’n fuck that nigga, get it over with
Go’n fuck that nigga, get it over with
I want you to fuck him in paradise
‘Cause I wanna be in your head tonight
If loving me in public ain’t safe
You can take my love and hide it
Don’t give up on me today
Hold on to me like a true love
I told you it was a true love
I ended up with temptations
You goin’ out the country
You posting up on IG
I’m laid up with my sidepiece
The one that text while you was
Right there laying up beside me
Now tell me you don’t want me
Tell me that the pussy ain’t mines no more
Tell me you moving on and
You don’t love me no more
Monster
I ain’t worryin’ ’bout no fucking
I ain’t worried ’bout no fucking
Does sexing on the late night
Mean that much to you?
My love don’t mean that much to you
Fucking these hoes meant too damn much to you
I just hope when you fucking on that nigga
When you finished
He can say that he love you
Now do you feel better ’bout yourself?
Do you feel better by yourself?
Did you feel better when I left?
Mark my words, I’ma ball without you
I came home last night to a ménage
Got my dick sucked and I was thinking about you
I was fucking on a slut and
I was thinking about you
When you fucking on that nigga
Hope you thinking about me
When you laying with that nigga
Hope you thinking about me
‘Cause I’m thinking about you
Go’n fuck that nigga, get it over with
Go’n fuck that nigga, get it over with