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Testo Outside
Testo Outside
I'm fresh out, already feelin' I'm the one
First, I'm fillin' up the blunt, then I'm fillin' up her guts
They givin' me a P.O., but won't give a nigga bond
I ain't use to being outside, I can't carry no gun
Rich when I touchdown from the show gettin' massages
Lit when I touchdown from the show, different menages
This one I swear, it's really him, it ain't no flaugin'
I just bought a brand new chain, it was flawless Right now I'm 50K for a deposit
50 when I get there on top, promoters no stallin'
I'm fresh out, already feelin' like the hardest
On papers, but I still a drive that .40 like an artist
This for all my bitches who be outside
She know that pussy hittin', it's in top five
Told my mama, "We gon' win, you can stop cryin'"
Way too many niggas in the picture, had to archive
Walk down, bow-bow, Glocks sound like music
I be on them Perkys, it's okay, I don't abuse it
Got up out the fast lane, I'm just tryna cruise it
I just got my son back and I ain't tryna lose him again
EGE, the family don't want no friends
Too many houses, got another on my wrist
And I'm too player to say sorry to a bitch that ain't for me Sex with her for hours, couldn't cum, I was tardy
Pop out with them bands, I'm the life of the party
She want me to put a cuff on her like the sergeant
I already put her up on game that I'm heartless
First, I'm fillin' up the blunt, then I'm fillin' up her guts
They givin' me a P.O., but won't give a nigga bond
I ain't use to being outside, I can't carry no gun
Rich when I touchdown from the show gettin' massages
Lit when I touchdown from the show, different menages
This one I swear, it's really him, it ain't no flaugin'
I just bought a brand new chain, it was flawless Right now I'm 50K for a deposit
50 when I get there on top, promoters no stallin'
I'm fresh out, already feelin' like the hardest
On papers, but I still a drive that .40 like an artist
This for all my bitches who be outside
She know that pussy hittin', it's in top five
Told my mama, "We gon' win, you can stop cryin'"
Way too many niggas in the picture, had to archive
Walk down, bow-bow, Glocks sound like music
I be on them Perkys, it's okay, I don't abuse it
Got up out the fast lane, I'm just tryna cruise it
I just got my son back and I ain't tryna lose him again
EGE, the family don't want no friends
Too many houses, got another on my wrist
And I'm too player to say sorry to a bitch that ain't for me Sex with her for hours, couldn't cum, I was tardy
Pop out with them bands, I'm the life of the party
She want me to put a cuff on her like the sergeant
I already put her up on game that I'm heartless
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Javarri Walker, Evan Huang, Thomas Dellow
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