Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Out Think Me Now , by - Solomon Childs. Release date: 23.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Out Think Me Now |
| Females better try to trick me now |
| Cats better try and Out Think Me Now |
| Stick me now, maybe even kill me now |
| Let me dominate for two years strong |
| You motherfuckers’ll never stop the storm |
| What? |
| Yeah. |
| Uh-huh, what? |
| Yeah. |
| You cowards follow, I’ma lead |
| Millenium speed, Jeopardy, Greed |
| Golden seed, militant breed |
| This is all a real thug need |
| Science of life dunn, black Oriental |
| Forever bronze to star, day room war |
| Apocalypse raw |
| Limit the sky, let me simplic-ify |
| Mama said, «God should never cry» |
| War with The Source, ya girl know me, straight live |
| Found out swine was in Pop Tarts in '85 |
| You old school cats is talkin jive |
| 320 E, bumping Tony Starks shit |
| I don’t trust a soul |
| I don’t trust Canal Street gold |
| I don’t trust Timberland’s double sole |
| I don’t trust cats on the block who done told |
| I don’t trust Avirex leathers when it be cold |
| Settin fire to ya rap books |
| Frontin you could get punched in ya mouth |
| King of New York, this is what a thug about |
| Uh. |
| yeah. |
| Apocalypse gifted storm, eyes of Islam |
| Pain inside Maria eyes |
| Money low got the Gods in the streets heated |
| Left the Queens in the world seated |
| Two kids my baby mom’s speeded |
| Poverty, swears Allah cheated |
| Keep it strawberry, catchin cancer |
| Missin the World Series |
| Solomon Childs extraordinaire |
| Power of the dollar |
| Body Brighton, Allah body |
| Thugged out, ready to flip |
| 2000 New York rookie |
| Hard to hit, who want beef? |
| Put 'em on the murder cross, imperial laws |
| Consider me bein top rank |
| With Pony and Frank |
| Yo what the deal, Lunar? |
| No more small cookies |
| Rather get paid and crush rookies |
| Me and Mama gettin land with this voice box |
| Tracks hotter than the Red Sox |
| Who ever had doubts. |
| Yo Baby Boy, this is what a thug about |
| The storm is. |