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letra de outta here - french montana

intro
you know what it is
you hear that? haan
trippie
b-tch, we out here
yeah
chorus
14 hunnid 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), huh, g sh-t for real (real), huh
got the streets on lock, b-tch, i could never fail
verse
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
14 hunnid 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, huh
got the streets on lock, b-tch, i could never fail
verse
(montana) trappin′, you could tell, hit me on the cell (ring)
rollin’ like i lost a case, b-tch, i′m on the pill (ay)
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 ’em cribs up in the hills (whoo)
what she thought? threw a eighth up in the 20, now she outta here
sellin′ snow, perkies, pink, mushrooms, gummies, b-tch, we outta here (ay, ay, ay)
f-cked the b-tch, i take half, told her, “come and get a stop” (whoo)
fill her belly with that stuff, get her titties, tummy tucked
you can find me in the cut, that rap money ain’t enough (whoo)
blew a hunnid like it’s nothin′, ′nother 20 in the duffle, haan
chorus
14 hunnid 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, huh
got the streets on lock, b-tch, i could never fail (whoo)

- french montana

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