Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take It Outside, artist - Supa Bwe. Date of issue: 01.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Take It Outside |
| I’ma die in these streets if I don’t get it right! |
| They told me, «take it outside!» |
| I ain’t going, boy! |
| (going boy) |
| You just tellin' stories, you ain’t 'bout that life! |
| You ain’t 'bout that life, you going overboard! |
| (yeah!) |
| Yeah, it’s over for you (yeah!) |
| Yeah, it’s over for you (yeah!) |
| Make me tuck and roll you (yeah!) |
| Burn a lot of gas (yeah!) |
| Burn a lot of oil! |
| (yeah!) |
| Burn a lot of cash (yeah!) |
| My new bitch so spoiled (yeah!) |
| Boy, we in your ass! |
| (yeah!) |
| Do you dirty, soil (yeah!) |
| LOL catch me outside, uh |
| And these bananas is rotten, uh |
| Run up, you losing your life, uh |
| Boy, I hate being alive, uh |
| Still trading hoes with the guys, uh |
| See all this hate in my eyes, uh |
| In the club with a handful of dimes (uh!) |
| When you broke, gotta wait in the line, uh |
| I feel like Supa Bwe Prime, fuck |
| Do the crime, do the time, fuck |
| You ain’t done shit all your life, fuck |
| Bet that you tell on your guys |
| Fuck my life, they say I’m hard like lead pipe |
| Treat her right, her head right, my bread right |
| I’ma die in these streets if I don’t get it right! |
| They told me, «take it outside!» |
| I ain’t going, boy! |
| (yeah!) |
| You just tellin' stories, you ain’t 'bout that life! |
| You ain’t 'bout that life, you going overboard! |
| (yeah!) |
| Yeah, it’s over for you (yeah!) |
| Yeah, it’s over for you (yeah!) |
| Make me tuck and roll you (yeah!) |
| Burn a lot of gas (yeah!) |
| Burn a lot of oil! |
| (yeah!) |
| Burn a lot of cash (yeah!) |
| My new bitch so spoiled (yeah!) |
| Boy, we in your ass! |
| (yeah!) |
| Do you dirty, soil (yeah!) |
| They told me, «take it outside!» |
| I ain’t going, boy |
| Columbine, how I’m bowling, boy |
| I bet you’re triggered by that line, got me rolling, boy (whoa!) |
| Homicide on myself |
| Just to silence all the demons stuck inside of myself |
| I get high by myself |
| Chase that life by myself |
| I’ma die by myself |
| Chill the fuck out, let me cry by myself |
| Maybe it’s me, I’ve stopped lying to myself |
| (what?) |
| Everybody else (who?) |
| Everyone else (yeah!) |
| Everyone else (yeah!) |
| What it is, hoe (bet!) |
| What his hands fo'? |
| (bet!) |
| boy, pull up in a Benzo |
| Suck that dick, hoe |
| Stack them chips, hoe |
| I’m on my shit, bro |
| Talkin', you get clipped, bro |
| Umbrella came in the Rover |
| I get the drip from my walk |
| I feel like Dex with the walk |
| Dee-Dee's Laboratory, my hoe |
| These niggas cat daddy flex, rolling on X |
| I’m finna text her, went first class to the jet |
| Then, I got neck, Femto bless her |
| I ain’t finna give her no sex |
| Ain’t no lick, I caress her |
| Said I ain’t no rapper, and my fit dapper |