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terrance moore - outlawz كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
bonnie & clyde, when we ride
our laws all we down for
too trill for one city
you pretty, but you gritty

and there ain’t nothing in this world
better than a bad girl
and when you bad girl
girl you bad

ain’t nothing in this world
better than a bad girl
and when you bad girl
girl you bad

[verse 1]
uh, pop that trunk, twerk, uh
do what you want, cause we on the run
like we outlawz (uh)
uh, stop the car
uh, don’t give a f-ck where we are
must see the stars
a reason to get in your bra
beatin’ like we in a brawl (huh)
speaking of being in brawl
even if she was the cause of it all
it’s middle fingers up, screaming, “f-ck all y’all!”
it’s heads in the wall, f-cking with my broad (huh)
tires skippin’ while we dippin’
she say, “you must be kidding?”
“swerve, i’m just drifting…” (uh)
route sixty-sixin’, for the pacific, road tripping
if you hoes slipping, you could get the smithan’ (uh)
we know how we living, whether good or bad decision
that’s prolific, if a tad ignorant
(coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down…)
my magnificent mistress, never witness for jury
running ain’t for the fitness, that’s why we lifting your jewelry
chrome pistol, ain’t it pretty?
if you whistle at my birdy
that thing unload with such fury (huh)

[hook]
bonnie & clyde, when we ride
our laws all we down for
too trill for one city
you pretty, but you gritty

and there ain’t nothing in this world
better than a bad girl
and when you bad girl
girl you bad

ain’t nothing in this world
better than a bad girl
and when you bad girl
girl you bad

[verse 2]
boot’s dusty, my belt’s tattered bad
the room’s musty, i bet this cigarette drag won’t help that
but it’s still lovely, uh, you still f-ck me
rub me and tell me your dreams
you smelling so clean
it betters the room, while you counting the creme
“can we hop in the coupe & get off of these springs?”
“no.”
“if it was roaches in here, you would’ve been out first thing…”
“no.”
she lying, intentions on adding up all of this green
f-ck it, i ain’t mad, p-ss a stack of them hundreds to me
we act nice in public, but watch company
often change subjects, won’t talk in defeat
even when we spark up local weed
she won’t say sh-t, but look perfect to me
whether purple or d, all this earth, wind & heat
to an east coast n-gga, make you throw that swisher
get back on the road quicker
shouldn’t drive like this, but i never drive on liquor
check my mileage in santa monica
like 3,000 miles and i’m tired as f-ck (like f-ck)
drove from nj, to chicago, to la (and she know what’s up)
let’s take the world baby
let’s take the world, uh

[hook]
bonnie & clyde, when we ride
our laws all we down for
too trill for one city
you pretty, but you gritty

and there ain’t nothing in this world
better than a bad girl
and when you bad girl
girl you bad

[verse 3]
“too much hova,”
“…that’s probably too much hova”
politician’s say it’s bad, but it’s rap, n-gga
just ‘cause we bump it when we rob
don’t mean that we don’t know how to act, n-gga
uh, pop the trunk, she go get the pump
mask on, no nude noggin when we hit the front
tell her, take what you want
just put it in the bag
no games, that b-tch’ll dump
not talking ‘bout my l-ss
i’m talking ‘bout your last breath
you don’t even ask questions
you put the money in the bag
no ink sacks in that cash, or i’ma whoop your -ss
put the f-cking money in the bag
(johnny’s coming…)
“who hit the alarm?!”
“who hit the alarm?!?”
“who hit the alarm?!?!”
bust one shot to keep them calm
she said, “watch out!”, cause the guard is armed
i duck
she shoot
now he dead
now we dead
we f-cked up…

[outro]
if this don’t reach channel 4
will you tell this to the boys…

if this don’t reach channel 4
will you, please, tell this to your boys…

the world..

it’s yours

- terrance moore

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