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letra de outta cage - desto dubb

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[intro: lil pump]
pull your titties out, give me some inspiration (ooh)
drink a whole pint, got some education (ahh)
huh, thank you, fizzle

[verse 1: lil pump]
pull my choppa out the closet, i think that he g-y (huh)
brought my guns to the party, i’m ready to play (tu, tu, tu, tu)
i don’t wanna hear it b-tch, come here give me face (come here)
ak, hk, you could die today (aye)
you let me out of jail, you let a lion out the cage (huh)
i been high for days, i been high for days
if she is not a eater, don’t let that b-tch through the gate (no way)
i’m ready to rage (uh), off the molly in a cave
godd-mn she just sucked soul out of me (huh)
on my brain this, b-tch, went to miami beach
i’ve got ten different hoes, in the air bnb
ooh, she got double d’s, ooh, she wanna f-ck on me

[verse 2: destodubb & lil pump]
i ain’t hear my watch and it look like a gecko
you a broke n-gga and you still rocking acro
house so big when i see make the [?] grow
nutted on her face i ain’t know she had freckles
i just got a ticket cause my diamonds keep fightin’
they ran outta summer so a n-gga even whiter
a n-gga off a bean when i walk it like i’m glidin’
i don’t need diamonds and a n-gga still shining

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
you know i’m a high-tec monster
so many dirty sprites at this point i need a sponsor
twenty-five hoes in the crib i got a roster
leanin’ so much i think this sh-t f-cked up my posture
aw sh-t i linked up with pump and desto
pistol grip pump why the f-ck you got a vest on
taking hits in the mil for ten bands your head gone
now i’m shooting for the books i’m mary blesso

[verse 4: lil pump]
how you got ten cars but no license
i just rented five hoes, i’m not wifin’
i’m a rockstar, i stay on star island
told her she can l!ck it but i told her not to bite it
desto dont stress hoes
if i tell him let go, he gone let go
how you flexin’ with that whip and it’s not yours
i got a lil homie shoot you for some concords

[verse 5: destodubb]
sippin’ out the bottle use the soda just to chase it
i got so high i think i went into the matrix
i went to icebox and pay four thousand for a bracelet
i was a broke ass n-gga i couldn’t buy it so i made it
shot a wok hard pint, you a b-tch so i’ma take it
the n-gga k-roy even let the n-gga taste it
he was short on his payment, f-ck his sister in a bas-m-nt
i was selling fake drugs in the club like i’m jamaican (bomboclaat)

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
i got a fake act pint i just made it
charge a n-gga eight-five hundred and he paid it
whips a fake brick and sell it, hoes sell for eighty
bout to drop a glass pint of red but i won’t break it
i’m drinkin’ [?], you probably think i’m capping
this b-tch twelve years old this gettin’ kinda nasty
i been talking sh-t six months straight my voice kinda raspy
dope fiend my n-gga got some act and i’m finna fly to cali

[verse 7: lil pump]
gucci, louis v and christian dior (ouu)
i buy everything that you can’t afford (yeah)
baguetties on my neck, that’s why i thank the lord (i thank him)
f-ck a b-tch and pass her back
now that b-tch is yours

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