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letra de outlet - justus oldsport

[intro]
you know it ain’t easy out here
for a highly decorated pimp like myself
(i’m back in this b-tch again)

[hook]
you’d only see me in the county if i’m in a body bag
i f-ck up yo function, i walk in that b-tch like
where is the party at
like where the bacardi at (hey)
and where all the barbies at (hey)
yo this b-tch is hardly packed

[chorus]
roll a blunt of hash and put the dro in first
got your team sweating like a hoe in church
(preach)
rolled a blunt of hash and put the dro in first
got your team sweating like a hoe in church
(preach)
(cino cino what?)
preaching in the booth i’m boutta catch the holy spirit now
b-tches steady talking all that sh-t i barely hear it now
b-tch i walk on water, so i’m not the one to lie to
outlet to the plugs, i supply who supplies you

[verse 1]
last b-tch ran off, but my new b-tch is the plug (plug)
last b-tch was a dime, but my new b-tch is a dub (dub)
i skip the line and walk up to the front
you pay 20 to get in the club (woah)
sn-tch his chain and then his b-tch
leave the club and take his whip (yeah)
then we heading to his crib (yeah)
my team about to f-ck a fridge up
top floor getting lit (yeah), then i’ll give him back his b-tch
sn-tch his gold and take his broad (woah)
she said she like all my jewelry (jewelry)
i said i like her for her bag (bag)
i told her that that’s all that you should be
(my mans said)
cino the f-ck is you thinking
how many tabs have you been taking
i told him too… many i’m sw-ngin’
this acid it got my whole mind rearranging
i f-cked up the game when i came in
these fiends is two sided
but yungins like me is used to counting faces
(that mula, that shmoney son)
(i remember you was conflicted)

[hook 2]

[verse 2]
she hit me up to try to come and get me to go watch a movie
i said no, let’s make one (yeah)
b-tch i been in the cut, in da club, indica in the blunt
roll an eighth and that sh-ts a1 (yeah)
b-tch i been, b-tch i been saucing
seperate self from the vices and evil that’s guiding a youngin’ right into my coffin b-tch (woah)
b-tch i been b-tch i been saucin
i planted my seed in yo b-tches garden and it grew (what)
she handing me all the fruit (what)
but all of the ones that are bruised (yeah?)
i’ll have her slice them hoes up
and send them back to you (you)
rest in peace to shawty lo (yeah)
ride down the block and i’m still pumping “dey know’
i don’t got a chain b-tch i feel like i’m django
my guardian angels all in crooked halos
comparing me to you is yen to pesos
maybe pounds to dollars, b-tch i’m always more
if i walk into yo bottle section with a blank face
you better hit the floor
young god finna hit up the boards
walk in that b-tch and i lit a port
untouchable, i know this of course
this song was a hit before i hit record

[chorus 2]
preaching in the booth i’m boutta catch the holy spirit now
b-tches steady talking all that sh-t i barely hear it now
b-tch i walk on water, so i’m not the one to lie to
outlet to the plugs, i supply who supplies you
roll a blunt of hash and put the dro in first
got your team sweating like a hoe in church
(preach)
rolled a blunt of hash and put the dro in first
got your team sweating like a hoe in church
(preach)
(yeah)

[outro: -ssata shakur]
is that justus

- justus oldsport

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