Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outside , by - D-Block Europe. Song from the album PTSD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |