| Beat Execs
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| Marcuss, you killing the beat
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| If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody
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| I’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it
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| I’m with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it
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| Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic
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| And you don’t wan' do it that way
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| You won’t make it out of here safe
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| I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain’t nothin'
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| Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
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| Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
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| New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
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| Young nigga came outside today
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| Up, I ain’t got no real estate, yeah
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| And you knowin' how we get it, keep a pistol, official, we all came out of the
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| trenches
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| Man, we need dawg out the system, you forever my nigga, we all been caught as
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| victims
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| Since a youngin, you been grippin', I got money and flip 'em whenever I hold
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| position
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| When my nigga fell, lift him, kept it real 'cause I’m gifted
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| We makin' our own decisions
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| We really don’t need no warpaint
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| Shawty so bad, she gon' cause pain
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| New Rolls Royce or a big big truck, they all drive the same
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| Hate snakes in the yard so the grass stay cleared
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| To these niggas, I’m out of range
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| We boarding on private planes
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| Bring a stick if anything
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| If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody
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| I’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it
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| I’m with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it
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| Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic
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| And you don’t wan' do it that way
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| You won’t make it out of here safe
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| I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain’t nothin'
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| Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
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| Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
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| New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
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| Young nigga came outside today
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| Up, I ain’t got no real estate, yeah
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| Like the opps, girl, if it’s smoke, we gotta get it straight
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| Since a young boy, I been walkin' 'round with a .38
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| Ayy, disaster on my wrist, that shit flooded
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| You see my cup, you see my stick, both of them dirty
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| Feelin' like Drake, I’m straight out the 6
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| Not talkin' a back, boy, I come out the bricks
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| If I tell you it’s up, nigga, that’s what it is
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| Not sprayin' your mama, not sprayin' your kids
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| Codeine got my vision blurry, but I’m rockin' Moncler
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| Free massages from these hollow tips, it’s free to see how guns feel
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| If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody
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| I’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it
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| I’m with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it
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| Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic
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| And you don’t wan' do it that way
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| You won’t make it out of here safe
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| I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain’t nothin'
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| Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
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| Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
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| New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
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| Young nigga came outside today
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| Up, I ain’t got no real estate, yeah
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| And you knowin' that I’m with it, pistol grippin'
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| Spinner tempt me, tryna kill an opp
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| Leaky callin' from a prison like he miss me
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| Forever my dawg that made it far
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| I want all my children crippin', fuck the politician
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| Trench living, we gon' break the law
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| Bitch, I stand on Nation business, go against us, it’s up
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| These niggas know we don’t play at all
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| Ain’t nobody really safe at all
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| Off-White drip, they gon' try to drain
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| I need a bitch from the trenches in heels
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| Let’s see if they fuck the same, hey
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| I like her better in Christan Loub' heels
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| I know they won’t love the same
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| Tryna kill a victim, niggas slide with aim
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| Two different opps, they gon' die the same
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| I need a bitch wanna get matching glizzies
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| Who gon' hide all the Percs and the weed in her titties
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| Take a pic with the fans, I’ma throw up the city
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| Make her count up the bands while I ride 'round the city
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| My lil' shooter gon' up when I say, he the sickest
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| I don’t fuck with no … them niggas be bitches
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| If me and my niggas come to your party
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| You might get hit with a hundred and fifty
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| Me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody
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| I’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it
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| I’m with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it
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| Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic
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| And you don’t wan' do it that way
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| You won’t make it out of here safe
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| I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain’t nothin'
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| Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
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| Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
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| New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
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| Young nigga came outside today
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| Up, I ain’t got no real estate, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outta Here Safe , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album AI YoungBoy 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп