Chris Brown, Rich The Kid, Sage The Gemini - Outy When I Drive/Blamed текст песни

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Everything Foreign, Nigga
High-y, high-y, high
I’ma fly
I’ma flatline
Outy when I drive, bring me up, bitch, I’m both side
Broke niggas always minus, wearing designer
See me, I beat it out the line and it’ll fuck 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
Bitch, I’m both side
Ooh
Bougie, she tell 'em back back (back back)
Runnin' around with the rat pack (huh)
That ass too fat, tell her back back (what)
Ain’t doing no talkin, the choppa got kick back (blat)
Ooh, ooh
She won’t be my boo (my boo)
I was broke, now I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, 50 hoes, by the group (by the group)
That’s yo bitch, she told a lie, ain’t told the truth (ain't told the truth)
I get her gone
Fuck 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, bitch, I’m both side
Broke niggas always minus, wearing designer
See me, I beat it out the line and it’ll fuck 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
Bitch, I’m both side
When I do the dash, bitch, I swear that they mouth wide
Hunnids, counting cash in a pair of them Off-Whites
You need to bring your ass over here
If yo nigga wanna fight, bitch, come outside
I’m off this Hennessy, too many shots
Don’t give a fuck
Ain’t no excuses for being belligerent, just give me the bottle
Stop thinking about it, 'til I’m on the floor
Switchin' lanes, caught in the paint, off the backboard
Ain’t no way I’ma change, pussy got me goin'
High-y, high-y, high
I’ma fly
I’ma flatline
Outy when I drive, bring me up, bitch, I’m both side
Broke niggas always minus, wearing designer
See me, I beat it out the line and it’ll fuck 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
Bitch, I’m both side
Lyrics from snippet:
Put the blame on us
Call your bitch, she coming over (Woo!)
She gon' bring her friend too (Woo!)
They gon' pop and bend it over (Woo!)
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it’s over
They just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can’t really put the blame on us
Oh, what your problem, lil' mama?
Hop up 'cause I’ma shoot out the roof
You need to stop it 'fore I make your mama really you
Got, really big bullets and a couple misses
I hit your bitch on her body
I learn that family don’t always matter (Matter)
I send these shots around, throw 'em, name them shotta, ayy
I’m just trying to buy me a big place (Place)
I’m just trying to buy me a lawyer help me beat the case
I’m just tryna fuck 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 put me to the left, oh
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me (On me)
I’m shooting, aiming for the neck, oh
And ain’t nobody finna blame on me
friend too (Woo!)
They gon' pop and bend it over (Woo!)
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it’s over
They 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 bitches (Bad bitches)