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letra de outlaw - claas

[intro: claas]
f-ck-f-ck-f-ckin’ die (f-ckin’ die, f-ckin’ die, f-ckin’ die, f-ckin’ die)
f-ck-f-ck-f-ckin’ die (f-ckin’ die, f-ckin’ die, f-ckin’ die, f-ckin’ die)
f-ck-f-ck-f-ckin’ die (f-ckin’ die, f-ckin’ die, f-ckin’ die, f-ckin’ die)
you really think you can shoot all those men down before they shoot you?

[verse 1: claas]
these n-ggas claimin’ they tough as f-ck, i dare one (i dare one)
they reppin’ thug life but trying to shoot with a flare gun (haha)
they got that orange cap, automatics from swap meets
middles up, emojis to anybody through hot tweets
b-tch y’all are p-ssy, don’t even @ me
before i wilе, drop dynamite like acme
you are not a gangstеr, i’m just spittin’ facts b
see ’em in the streets and i guarantee that they lack d
tank’s on e, still screamin’ don’t give a f
fake g’s, you’ll be lucky if any of y’all are left (yeah!)
i got next, watch best got a complex
haunt ’em and destroy ’em to show ’em that they are not threats
i’ll take it back to pac and hit ’em up (yeah!)
middle fingers flingin’ the signal that i don’t give a f-ck (f-ck)
y’all done spit punk sh-t talkin’ casualties
i stay south but brought the west coast, come and battle me (rah!)

[chorus 1: claas]
this is that dirt-spit grime sh-t (grime sh-t)
this is that don’t get out of line sh-t
(don’t get out of line sh-t)
this is that they better hope you blind sh-t (ha!)
don’t even trip ’cause we do this all the time sh-t (we do this all the time sh-t)
this is that man up, don’t flinch (b-tch)
they all on their neck because they all b-tch (ha!)
this is that gun talk house call (blaaow!)
get out the way when you run into f-ckin’ outlaws (let’s go!)
[verse 2: jp tha hustler]
outlaw general, the truth is indivisible
jp on the recon, filter out subliminals
claimin’ you a criminal but really you just terrible
heard a better flow from my d-ck at the urinal
y’all just need to let it go, effort is so minimal
change and rearrange and imitate ya from the radio
this is inaudible, scr-ppin’ out your modern flow
lazy and escapin’ that we k!llin’ every live show
every visual, every individual
lsp the k!ll squad, understand we are the goat
king james, kobe, jordan on the same team
mvp, whole team taking every ring
takin’ everything, hungry like an alley dog
bossin’ everyday, call us team alpha hog
we on the grit and grime and scrubbin’ out your fake and slimy
you want to test me on my west coast? come and try me

[chorus 1: claas]
this is that dirt-spit grime sh-t (grime sh-t)
this is that don’t get out of line sh-t
(don’t get out of line sh-t)
this is that they better hope you blind sh-t (ha!)
don’t even trip ’cause we do this all the time sh-t (we do this all the time sh-t)
this is that man up, don’t flinch (b-tch)
they all on their neck because they all b-tch (ha!)
this is that gun talk house call (blaaow!)
get out the way when you run into f-ckin’ outlaws (let’s go!)
[verse 3: 1 ton]
i ain’t never did no sucker sh-t to make a dollar (never)
if being silent made you rich i’d be a f-ckin’ baller (one hundred)
if street knowledge was a college i’d be a scholar (that’s right)
nerds know i’m really smarter, n-ggas know i’ve been a brawler
jedi of the night club, obi-wan ken0bi
tech n9ne to e-40, everybody know me
dimes and my bms, they all wanna blow me (that’s right)
they used to hate but they love me now, i’m old kobe
you get respect in the flesh, not off the internet (respect)
f-ck a blue check, come around, get chin-checked (come over here)
to all the thugs who wanna combat on comments (why)
f-ck a snitch, real n-ggas, we got next (we next)
stand up, you get a dub or learn a lesson
everything i said i meant it, ain’t no second guessin’ (i meant it)
b-tch n-ggas wanna jump me, see the smith & wesson
i’m from the wild west and still alive, it’ such a blessin’

[chorus 2: 1 ton]
this is that gold boy dope hit (dope hit), this is that west coast real spit (real spit)
this is that don’t n0body know sh-t (n0body know sh-t)
don’t snitch, stay focused on your own crib
this is that straight raw don’t trip (don’t trip)
this is that hard truth po pimp
that real sh-t every time you heard a sound off
that’s what you get when you listenin’ to outlaws
[outro: 1 ton]
what up? this is your favorite song from 1 ton? correct. kickin’ it with my man in here. claas. what up?

- claas

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