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french montana & trippie redd - outta here كلمات أغنية

[intro: french montana]
you know what it is
you hear that? huh?
trippie
b_tch, we out here
yeah

[chorus: trippie redd & french montana]
fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now i’m outta here (haan)
pour a four or five of the lean, now i’m outta here (haan)
yeah, just popped me a bean, now i’m outta here (haan)
put a bad b_tch in celine, now she outta here (haan)
pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here (haan)
if she ain’t for the whole team, get her outta here (haan)
i won’t tuck tail (tail), g sh_t for real (real)
got the streets on lock, b_tch, i could never fail

[verse 1: trippie redd & french montana]
i give her h_ll, huh, then i get chanel, huh
hit her with that wand, huh, now she under my spell, huh
feel like james bond, no. 9 for my smell
and my big slime, rsg, got clientele
mansion in the dark, i’ma park and make a film
f_ck her from the back, aw sh_t, i’m really him
i don’t f_ck with n_ggas, b_tch, yeah, i feel like zim
i don’t f_ck with n_ggas, sh_t, that’s because i’m him
[chorus: trippie redd]
fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now i’m outta here
pour a four or five of the lean, now i’m outta here
yeah, just popped me a bean, now i’m outta here
put a bad b_tch in celine, now she outta here
pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here
if she ain’t for the whole team, get her outta here
i won’t tuck tail, huh, g sh_t for real, uh
got the streets on lock, b_tch, i could never fail

[verse 2: french montana]
(montana)
trappin’, you could tell, hit me on the cell (ring)
rollin’ like i lost a case, b_tch, i’m on the pill (ayy)
g sh_t for real, coke boy for real
young boy trappin’, made a mansion off a scale
young boy on the drill, coach him like i’m phil (fah_fah)
got the block on fire like them cribs up in the hills (woo)
what she thought? threw a eighth up in the twenty, now she outta here
sellin’ snow, perkies, pink, mushrooms, gummies, b_tch, we outta here (ayy, ayy, ayy)
f_cked the b_tch, i take half, told her come and get a stop (woo)
fill her belly with that stuff, get her titties, tummy tucked
you can find me in the cut, that rap money ain’t enough (woo)
blew a hundred like it’s nothin’, ‘nother twenty in the duffle, huh?

[chorus: trippie redd]
fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now i’m outta here
pour a four or five of the lean, now i’m outta here
yeah, just popped me a bean, now i’m outta here
put a bad b_tch in celine, now she outta here
pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here
if she ain’t for the whole team, get her outta here
i won’t tuck tail, huh, g sh_t for real, uh
got the streets on lock, b_tch, i could never fail

- french montana trippie redd

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