Smoke DZA, Vado, A$AP Twelvyy - Out Here lyrics
[Smoke DZA, Vado, A$AP Twelvyy - Out Here lyrics]
18rd on the tune up who else wanna check it
Riiightkush god none other
I been a cold muh fucka word to mother
I’m ill, nigga dat nice one 90’s slang
Tell niggas my shit is butta
Uhi talk that bud shit better
Don’t get it fucked up nigga still gutta
My set is ill test my skills
Nigga don’t write a check that
Yo ass can’t cover uh
80 deep in this bitch tho
My little homeys get it poppin
Wit the big bro nigga front
Nigga quick to let this shit go
Comin thru unannounced
See brother man from the fifth flo
Uh…we mobbin we ain’t wit no long line shit
We all in
I ain’t got time for promoter games
Check the guest list: it just say "Harlem"
We lo’d out
We smoked out we all came wit paper
These niggas pay the admissionWe go to
Parties and they pay us
Right…shit too wild they can buy bottles
But they can’t buy style
Got more flow than the whole new crowd
Fuck who got next, nigga we got now
80 deep in this bitch tho
And my Billy love got the
Beast in his trench coat
And I got the D in ya bitch throat
Harlem world boy it’s a real nigga expo
All my real niggas like "Let's go"
Slide thru ya city like a Metro, LETS GO
Rugby segal my money is nothing legal
You front and I come and see you
Zip hoodie covered the eagle
Duckin them people
For pushin what come in needles
I’m pullin up in the regal
Get popped like one of The Beatles
2k a table, I need 5 it’s me, LA, MK and GY
Dee1 might come thru wit 3 slimes so you
Already know that he comin wit 3 nines
I’m always good i be fine
Can get you pushed back like
Ya seat don reclined
I’m tryina relax i need wine
Smoke a little weed wit this broad, Then DB9
Them G’s out we Button up
Them shirt and fatigue’d out
Chuck T’s high sox to the knee’s bout
It’s rugby non-stop till I’m cleaned out
We climbin we grindin
There’s no weight? Then, work them dimes then
You shinin i’m like Hyman Roth all
Set in perfect diamonds
My watch is worth your signin
I call that perfect timing i’m in the trap
Two straps in the lin in get do
Lay lo can’t find him
80 deep in this bitch tho
And my Billy love got the
Beast in his trench coat
And I got the D in ya bitch throat
Harlem world boy it’s a real nigga expo
All my real niggas like "Let's go"
Slide thru ya city like a Metro, LETS GO
Riiightkush god none other
I been a cold muh fucka word to mother
I’m ill, nigga dat nice one 90’s slang
Tell niggas my shit is butta
Uhi talk that bud shit better
Don’t get it fucked up nigga still gutta
My set is ill test my skills
Nigga don’t write a check that
Yo ass can’t cover uh
80 deep in this bitch tho
My little homeys get it poppin
Wit the big bro nigga front
Nigga quick to let this shit go
Comin thru unannounced
See brother man from the fifth flo
Uh…we mobbin we ain’t wit no long line shit
We all in
I ain’t got time for promoter games
Check the guest list: it just say "Harlem"
We lo’d out
We smoked out we all came wit paper
These niggas pay the admissionWe go to
Parties and they pay us
Right…shit too wild they can buy bottles
But they can’t buy style
Got more flow than the whole new crowd
Fuck who got next, nigga we got now
80 deep in this bitch tho
And my Billy love got the
Beast in his trench coat
And I got the D in ya bitch throat
Harlem world boy it’s a real nigga expo
All my real niggas like "Let's go"
Slide thru ya city like a Metro, LETS GO
Rugby segal my money is nothing legal
You front and I come and see you
Zip hoodie covered the eagle
Duckin them people
For pushin what come in needles
I’m pullin up in the regal
Get popped like one of The Beatles
2k a table, I need 5 it’s me, LA, MK and GY
Dee1 might come thru wit 3 slimes so you
Already know that he comin wit 3 nines
I’m always good i be fine
Can get you pushed back like
Ya seat don reclined
I’m tryina relax i need wine
Smoke a little weed wit this broad, Then DB9
Them G’s out we Button up
Them shirt and fatigue’d out
Chuck T’s high sox to the knee’s bout
It’s rugby non-stop till I’m cleaned out
We climbin we grindin
There’s no weight? Then, work them dimes then
You shinin i’m like Hyman Roth all
Set in perfect diamonds
My watch is worth your signin
I call that perfect timing i’m in the trap
Two straps in the lin in get do
Lay lo can’t find him
80 deep in this bitch tho
And my Billy love got the
Beast in his trench coat
And I got the D in ya bitch throat
Harlem world boy it’s a real nigga expo
All my real niggas like "Let's go"
Slide thru ya city like a Metro, LETS GO
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