Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outside, artist - D-Block Europe. Album song PTSD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: D-Block Europe
Song language: English
Outside |
Yeah, just spoke to my lawyer |
He told me the prosecution trying to get me, we gotta go beat it |
Cases and cases and faces and faces |
I jugg in the Pyrex and then I repeat it |
Cocaine and Borwicks, I whip it and sell it, near Norwich, I made a bando out |
of Stephens |
My child and her Mama glowing every season |
Sea bass and lobster, it’s boneless, no pieces |
Yeah, and when I think about how them niggas didn’t even ride, no love lost |
Said I wanna eat your pussy to some love songs |
It’s a thug makin' a real love song (Yeah) |
I don’t wanna see police at my front door |
Conversation with a fiend, he might want more |
I don’t wanna see police at my front door |
Conversation with a fiend |
My daughter turned one, that’s a Roley |
When she turn three, that’s a pony |
When she turn five, that’s a Birkin |
Ooh, Papa been working |
Let’s talk about this right now |
Fuck talking 'bout drip right now |
How you think I put the Rolex stamped with the VS bezel on your wrist right now? |
Don’t make me trip right now |
I say something in an argument, you switch right round |
Then you start bringing up other shit, start calling me by my government |
Somehow you’re right and I’m wrong and emotions are running in |
If she want Louis, she can get it |
I can pay cash 'cause I don’t do credit |
New whip for the summer |
I’ma pay tax so I’ma use debit |
Baby if you can’t pick, I’ma buy 'em all |
Young rap star in the building, really bro |
One orgasm, I’ma give you plenty more |
In life you just grow up, all depending what you saw |
Teach me how to love 'cause a nigga feeling sore |
Pay a nigga 350 just to open doors |
Pain in my heart, gotta let the Henny pour |
Pain in my heart, gotta let the Henny pour |
Yeah, just spoke to my lawyer |
He told me the prosecution trying to get me, we gotta go beat it |
Cases and cases and faces and faces |
I jugg in the Pyrex and then I repeat it |
Cocaine and Borwicks, I whip it and sell it, near Norwich, I made a bando out |
of Stephens |
My child and her Mama glowing every season |
Sea bass and lobster, it’s boneless, no pieces |
Yeah, and when I think about how them niggas didn’t even ride, no love lost |
Said I wanna eat your pussy to some love songs |
It’s a thug makin' a real love song (Yeah) |
I don’t wanna see police at my front door |
Conversation with a fiend, he might want more |
I don’t wanna see police at my front door |
Conversation with a fiend |
Yeah, I have real convos with killers, I’m grinning with them |
Murder’s a subject you boys ain’t familiar with |
I got scars on my mind and I’m dealing with it |
Murder the subject, go silly with it |
I seen some nitties OD, couldn’t call for no help, I can’t take that back |
Green-lighted that work, I can’t take that back |
And if I ever took an L, then I made that back, yeah |
When I was up in OT, didn’t hear nothing from you |
I fell flat down on my feet, you didn’t lick up my wounds |
Feeling depressed, my life was a mess |
Felt like I had nothing to lose |
No hope and no swagger, no jewels |
Owed all my plugs and couldn’t get food |
Just spoke to my lawyer |
He told me the prosecution trying to get me, we gotta go beat it |
Cases and cases and faces and faces |
I jugg in the Pyrex and then I repeat it |
Cocaine and Borwicks, I whip it and sell it, near Norwich, I made a bando out |
of Stephens |
My child and her Mama glowing every season |
Sea bass and lobster, it’s boneless, no pieces |
Yeah, and when I think about how them niggas didn’t even ride, no love lost |
Said I wanna eat your pussy to some love songs |
It’s a thug makin' a real love song (Yeah) |
I don’t wanna see police at my front door |
Conversation with a fiend, he might want more |
I don’t wanna see police at my front door |
Conversation with a fiend |
The lean got her sippin' like addicts |
The Xanax is causing more damage, yeah |
Your pussy is my favourite habit |
So deep in this shit, I might vanish, yeah |
Crack in my pot, let it bake, yeah |
Whip it, let it lock, then I scrape, yeah |
Funny how they wanna say I changed, yeah |
Pussy in my bed, I make it wait, yeah |
I been hearing they saying I’m different |
Man, I’m so glad that they listened |
Buss down my wrist, it’s a blessin' |
Turn my mistakes into lessons |
My hitters be loving the Wesson |
All of this shit has all changed |
You know my life ain’t the same |
Girl, I be done with these games |
I’m just tryna stay sane |
I just flex Amiri with the paint |
Tryna take my mind off pain |
Home pussy, yeah, it is what it is, yeah |
She the same pussy when I was runnin' from the feds |
Home pussy, I’m here to protect |
And I’ll never forget, I can always get it wet |
I still got habits from the T-House |
Funny how they tried to count me out |
I need all the colours in Amiri jeans now |
Promise you won’t ever let me down |
Yeah, and when I think about how them niggas didn’t even ride, no love lost |
Said I wanna eat your pussy to some love songs |
It’s a thug making a real love song |
I don’t wanna see police at my front door |
Conversation with a fiend, he might want more |
I don’t wanna see police at my front door |
Conversation with a fiend |