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Chris Brown、Rich The Kid、Sage the Gemini - Outy When I Drive/Blamed (Explicit)
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Everything foreign n**ga
Ooh
Bougie shit tell 'em back back back back
Runnin' around with the rat pack huh
That a** too fat tell her back back what
Ain't doing no talking the choppa got kick back
Ooh ooh
She won't be my boo my boo
I was broke now I got b**ches in my coupe huh
Me and breezy 50 h**s by the group by the group
That's yo' b**ch she told a lie ain't told the truth
Ooh
I get her gone
F**k her once she won't pick up the phone what
I send her home home
Give me the dome give me the dome
High y high y high
I'ma fly I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up b**ch on both sides
Broke n**gas always minus wearin' designer
See me I beat it out the line
And it'll f**k ya spine up
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive flatline
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive
B**ch on both sides
When I do the dash b**ch I swear that they mouth wide
Hunnids countin' cash in a pair of them off whites
You need to bring your a** over here
If your n**ga wanna fight b**ch come outside
I'm off this hennessy too many shots
Don't give a f**k
Ain't no excuses for bein' belligerent just give me the bottle
Stop thinkin' about it 'til I'm on the floor
Switchin' lanes caught in the paint off the backboard
Ain't no way I'ma change p**sy got me goin'
High y high y high
I'ma fly I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up b**ch on both sides
Broke n**gas always minus wearin' designer
See me I beat it out the line
And it'll f**k ya spine up
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive flatline
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive
B**ch on both sides
I say vroom vroom
808s gon' make your body shake
Lookin' boom boom
And when I get you
I'll knock that p**sy to the moon moon
If he trippin' grab that smith
And I'ma knock his brain loose
Do what you do
These hatin' n**gas got it bad
N**ga talkin' tough into lil' condo and shot his a**
And if you mention me
Then you goin' end up in a body bag
Lil' mama I ain't tryna f**k you
You ain't got a lot of a**
I need a lot of that yeah yeah
High y high y high
I'ma fly I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up b**ch on both sides
Broke n**gas always minus wearin' designer
See me I beat it out the line
And it'll f**k ya spine up
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive flatline
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive
B**ch on both sides
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Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
Ayy I just check my bank account
I'm goin' dumb as f**k
I point her in the right direction
Tell her run it up
I put her in the louis line
N**ga one to ones
But we don't fight
I take this 40 off my waist just like a tummy tuck
I don't speak much unless it's money so
If they don't know me personal then I don't take it personal
When you wins high let you know
I let you know
But when your wins low they treat you like a urkel
I learn that family don't always matter yeah whoa
I send these shots around your dome now you silent yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ayy I'm just tryna buy me a big place big place
I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer help me beat the case
I'm just tryna f**k you let you lead the way the way
And if we can't make it to the bed do it on the way
Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your b**ch she coming over
She gon' bring her friend too
They gon' pop and bend it over
Like that p**sy brand new
Get her an uber when it's over
F**k that just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
If there's a problem I'ma pop up I'ma shoot out the roof
You need to stop it 'fore I make your mama really miss you
Ain't throwin' spirals really big bullets and a couple missiles
I hit your b**ch up at friday
And I told her to choose
She told me yeah we on for the nightcap
I know your n**ga won't like that
Get his cap killed in his life jack'
'Cause I don't take a day off
Hustle like every day is the playoffs
D**n right we f**kin' winnin'
Don't like me f**k your feelings feelings
Money up to the ceilin' ceilin'
Smoke w**d I'm up there with it there with it
Like murder make a killin'
See murder for no limit
White people in my business
Black women give me kisses
With all these snitches it ain't safe no more no more
N**gas sayin' names and they showin' up to court court
I'ma take a shot have one before
Before I light this b**ch up and shoot it off the backboard
You got me f**ked up
Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your b**ch she coming over
She gon' bring her friend too
They gon' pop and bend it over
Like that p**sy brand new
Get her an uber when it's over
F**k that just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
I might slide in it slide in it
I like bad b**ches bad
Bentley 350s skrrt
I got three with me ooh
It's a blame game blame game
Let my chains swang swang
I don't know her name what
All these h**s the same yeah
She want chanel on her chanel
Birkin bags she was rackin' sale on 'em ooh
I got the nail on her
F**kin' friends and she think I'ma tell her ooh
In my coupe I got two
N**gas mad I got the juice
I'ma smash on your boo smash
I got cash on me too
She won't play me to the left
I'm a rich n**ga to death yeah
She gon' pull up with the neck
Boss up for a check check
Know he want her
She got red bottoms on her on her
If I f**k her two times she a goner huh
Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your b**ch she coming ove
She gon' bring her friend too
They gon' pop and bend it over
Like that p**sy brand new
Get her an uber when it's over
F**k that just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us