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• Artiste: Meet The Whoops
• Titre: Outside With It
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I let her get on the top, she know that we got the wave I know she fuckin′ for dough, fuck her but I never paid I gave that bitch to the gang, I took that bitch to the jays She know I'm savage for real, bitches be comin′ with backers for real Yeah baby I'm on that I'm the one pop shit When it ain′t July, baby get the Kodak Take a picture Big dog but it′s six sevens gonna take a pic Crazy how I got a feature price Just last year I was hitting licks Four hoes get ratchet from me, same time do yo dance Fatuated with the dog talk, she don't give a fuck she got a man Give a fuck about the plan Day-to-day living, gotta thank God for it All I need is one mic, need a bitch too Kinda like Nas to it Change his identity, chopper, give him a makeover Major surgery, body good but it′s face open When it's the hell time, some shit you can′t avoid My hood original, like some cherry corduroys Feel like Don Kennedy In gold Daytonas, laying in her bed for some hours, couldn't stay over Flame showin′ like a handkerchief Beam on his forehead to rain some shit He is not the same? Kill Bill ain't the only one with a sniper game I tell a bitch she ain't shit Hoe you fuckin′ for pennies I used to have that hoe on sentry But that shit was too petty I took a flight to DC Larry told me it′s money I'm killin′ shit like Wayne Perry Knockin' hoes in the summer I′m an 80's baby Grew up in the 90′s I'm brazy My attitude is get money Tell 'em, Fuck you, pay me Pussy life, Soul City Now I′m three-one-zero, baby 1980-80, rag top, all gold Davies When I hear Figaro, man, them bitches be skating I′m worldwide, baby, thought you knew I'm a player Mix and match with my fabrics Put my shoes in drawers with contrasts Look, I′m going crazy drips with this fashion And I don't make statements, bitch, I′m demanding And if you can't take it, bitch, then start scrambling Look, I ain′t eating a regular-ass sandwich This nigga ain't laying his head on no pallet This nigga ain't playing a role as your daddy Look, I hit the road with the loads of the cavity Look, I′m national, I′m even known in the Natty Show after show, look, the whoop's getting branky That 21 nigga well-known is a savage Hey baby, she bad, I told her to make a cut for me When I hit, she gon′ run like an athlete I keep my Glock, you know this shit attached to me Not a fraction, these niggas ain't half of me Count up a hundred and I′ll do that shit happily I paint a pic with a stick like a masterpiece Do the dash when the boys no catchin' me Bitch I′m evading, I know that they after me Stab me up in my back and they laugh at me But that karma 360 they gotta see We been running up chicken, we cooking beef Get the low from the hoe, now he in the street I know these niggas faking, they envy me Sent the bitch, now she think we got chemistry Hit the road and I'm coming with ten apiece Real nigga, they feeling my energy