| All this lame shit been, been outta season
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| (Been, been outta season)
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| Drop, chop the block for no reason
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| Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
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| Pop, pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
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| Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
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| All this lame shit been, been outta season
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| Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
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| Pop, pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
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| Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
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| All this lame shit been, been outta season
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| Mane, I’m a big body in a big body, prop the fuck up
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| Top dropped the fuck down and trunk popped the fuck up
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| Love you if you stayed down and fuck you if you stuck up
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| Shit, I’m 'bout to drop the slab off and pick the truck up
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| Laid up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka
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| Jordan’s I just pulled up out the locker
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| Nina tucked with the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn’t stop her
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| Break you off somethin' proper
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| Been 'round since Vogue tires wrapped around the Tru’s rim
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| Tell them hoes if they ain’t chose yet, they better choose him
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| Keep the camera movin', if you don’t, you finna lose him
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| Better check the timeline if you ain’t heard the news, bitch
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| Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
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| Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
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| Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
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| All this lame shit been, been outta season
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| Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
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| Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
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| Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
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| All this lame shit been, been outta season
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| Mane, I’m a big baller holdin' big balls in my nutsack
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| Dirty South nigga, buck at me I’m finna buck back
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| Boys thought I wasn’t comin' back, nigga fuck that
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| Shit, I’m 'bout to pick the slab up and bring the truck back
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| Slab time, wreck your slab, I’m about to hit 'em hard
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| Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in your yard
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| Say exactly what the fuck I feel with no disregard
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| David Blaine with this thang, mane, is this your card?
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| This the trill nigga’s four-oh-nine region
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| You gon' have to back the fuck down or pay allegiance
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| Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun with the seas’nin
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| The King is on the throne, it’s best you just appease him, bitch!
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| Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
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| Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
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| Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
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| All this lame shit been, been outta season
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| Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
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| Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
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| Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
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| All this lame shit been, been outta season
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| Summertime let the top off
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| Spring up with the ice in Winter
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| Chop the block like a steak dinner
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| They bust shots, return to sender
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| Graduated as a corner bender from the school of trill
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| Showin' grill, pop pop the seal
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| Pop pop the trunk
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| Neon rim, bitch how it feel?
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| How it taste?
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| Kringle season all in her face
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| Eat the cake, don’t forget to scrap crumbs off the plate
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| Them candy flakes drip off the chrome
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| Sunshine won’t leave me alone 'cause I keep a glow
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| When they throw a stone
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| When it rains on my robes
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| Practice what I always preach
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| No hand-outs, bitch stop that reach
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| I’m still holdin' on, competitin'
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| All that lame shit outta season
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| Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
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| Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
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| Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
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| All this lame shit been, been outta season
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| Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
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| Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
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| Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
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| All this lame shit been, been outta season |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outta Season, artist - Bun B. Album song Return of the Trill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп