Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outro, artist - Big Sean. Date of issue: 23.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Outro |
| Okay now, why you wanna go and do that, do that? |
| Sometimes I say that I’m the best, I guess I had to prove that |
| You know I had to cop that mansion on the hill and pool that |
| You know I don’t rely on 8 balls, no, I never pooled that |
| You know I always like the best, roll it up and pull that |
| Now baby, don’t get too deep on me, I might have to pull back |
| I got weed rolled, drinks po’d if you wanna do that |
| And I be in and out of love, the OGs be like true that |
| Cause you know sometimes man, that shit can get way too irritating |
| Say the wrong thing to the right girl, you might not make it |
| Dark skin with a lightskin girl like Taye Diggs |
| And you go from tryna save her to her taking your savings |
| And when she do, man, watch how them bitches shit talk |
| Wonder how they would feel if our lives got criss-crossed |
| What if you lost your homie and you felt like Kriss Kross? |
| Double cross, I swear that Christians don’t even get this cross |
| Talk so much shit that a nigga pissed off |
| She talk so much that she done fucking made my dick soft |
| Pushing all my buttons, this ain’t fucking pinball |
| I guess women are sometimes like a jigsaw |
| Sometimes you hit a lick, sometimes you get ripped off |
| Sometimes you gotta sit, sometimes it’s time for lift-off |
| Sometimes I just shut up and let my wrist talk |
| It be like «we don’t got time for bullshit, dawg» |
| You know I’m 1 of 1, just like the prototype |
| You look like the «um, you owe me"type |
| Oh, hardly never taking pictures, not the photo type, no |
| Please don’t Instagram this shit and be up on me like |
| «Oh, you owe me likes» |
| Man, I swear these bitches don’t know what the fuck is more important to em |
| The more I kick philosophy, the more I’m boring to em |
| The more champagne I pop, the more I’m pouring to em |
| I just hope that’s not the only single thing that’s going through em |
| I hop up on a beat like it’s the '08 me |
| When we was riding four deep, boy, no AC |
| Headed to the game for okay seats |
| Now I’m courtside at OKC, I know KD |
| And all these singing bitches know me like do-ray-mi |
| Fa-so-la-ti-do but dough come first |
| No late fees, Kool-Aid smile, Colgate teeth |
| The bigger that I get, the more I need shrinks |
| I be in and out of cars like a fucking crash dummy |
| Spending money till it’s dizzy but I still stash something, you know |
| But I’m tryna get that real real money, like um |
| White people with a black son |
| And first time I met Oprah, that was motivation |
| Went from standing in court to starting up a corporation |
| Went so hard last night that we made the morning paper |
| Plus my girl’s rated R, all your hoes overrated, damn |
| Niggas say I changed, how they damn how they do |
| Say I’m hard to get in contact with, oh, is that true? |
| But what about now? |
| 313 |
| 515−8772, bitch, call me |