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letra de outsiders - humble soles, reuben vincent, guapdad 4000 & rjae

[intro: reuben vincent & dj clue]
feel like god in the booth
this n-gga standing right behind me
oh, the vibes is real
inshallah
uh-huh, yeah
you gotta roll with this, baby
where that monogram at?

[verse 1: reuben vincent & dj clue]
f-ck you n-gga, i’m the next greatest
toxic boy, i’m my ex favorite
they want static, it can get major (oh)
never ask for no favors, only did the work
you only did the worst, you’re better off in a he-rs-, huh
dead on arrival, tactic survival
ask your idol, they fear me
i spin on them like a ballet recital
tutus, emmit smith, man, my bebop cowboys serving re-rock
me stock going up like dow jones, huh
ninth got another thrеat
guru got another gem
heard thеm boys want amends
really, i don’t f-ck with them (uh-huh)
tryna cop an aston martin
color of ashton kutcher’s skin
sharp tongue, razor in my mouth
pac above the rim
three little birdies sang to me when i was down and out
and if you want to make the wave, i gotta drown ’em out
f-ck the number game, you n-ggas cannot count me out
remember summers when we had a drought
like wayne, i’m going no ceilings
from me, she get no feelings (woo-hoo)
i’m no dentist, they show t–th when they know you winning, huh?
i ain’t gon’ stop till they show forgiveness, for real, for real
and i ain’t kalan but know my n-ggas for real, for real
prophecy seh soldier and the protector
code of the jungle is built off respect
you n-ggas aim for the chest
your mate getting checked
you know the king came to protect
it’s queen city, b-tch, we aim at the rest
[chorus: reuben vincent & guapdad 4000]
uh, we say, “la-da-da-da-da-da”
know my n-ggas outside (pew, pew)
outside, outside (pew, pew)
outside, outside (pew, pew, ooh-ooh)
la-da-da-da-da-da (ooh-ooh)
know my n-ggas gon’ ride (yeah, oh, yeah)
ride-da-ride-da-da (haha, yeah)
outside, outside, no (yeah)

[verse 2: guapdad 4000]
i’m outside, looking like a b-tch’s future baby father
i get a lot of dollars, guap getting guala-guala (it’s a check)
passionfruit and guava, like mimosas, i’ma swallow (mm)
young models and b-tches old as nelly furtado (huh)
south africa like i do amapiano (huh)
dark skin women got me sending big, l’ma be honest (i love ’em chocolate)
need ’em in my whip, crib, bed, and lobbies (what?)
twitter, youtube, tiktok and ‘gram comments (yeah, they going in)
the world so cold but all my kicks heat
give a b-tch the cold shoulder and never the cold feet (it’s scary)
i’m the locksmith in the matrix with all the gold keys
even the one can’t go through the door without me (uh, haha, ay)
keep my business straight like the line from a crease
came out the cave to eat ’cause the lion been asleep (huh)
twin glocks out the box, got a siamese piece (bah, bah, bah)
b-tch, i’m o-u-t-s-i-d-e (outside)
the p’s pop when i talk
if we ain’t poppin’, who poppin’?
i know her man follow me, i ain’t bother to block him
i got an open mind, still make a b-tch come and part it
dopest artist, carve it open, oakland to charlotte (huh)
used to steal out of walmart, now i know the target
go to target, fixed in the land of the broken artist (broke)
broke records, broke hearts, and being broken-hearted
outside for my n-ggas who dead and so departed like (haha)
[chorus: reuben vincent]
uh, we say, “la-da-da-da-da-da”
know my n-ggas outside (pew, pew)
outside, outside (pew, pew)
outside, outside (pew, pew, ooh-ooh)
la-da-da-da-da-da (ooh-ooh)
know my n-ggas gon’ ride (pew, pew)
ride-da-ride-da-da (pew, pew, ah)
outside, outside, no (yeah)

- humble soles reuben vincent guapdad 4000 rjae

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