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letra de outta reach - lil slugg

[intro: lil slugg]
(maestro on the beats)
ayy, slugga thuggin’
ayy, berner, holla at these n-ggas, big bro

[verse 1: berner]
turn the f-ck up, keep them bottles comin’
i spend ten grand, it ain’t really nothin’
i make a married b-tch really wanna leave her husband
i send a hundred-piece out, i don’t even touch ’em
i like to count the money out, my lil’ homie weigh it
these phones are gettin’ hot, watch what you sayin’
i roll the cherry pie up just to taste it
cherry red coupе, what, you think i’m playin’?
real life, i hit ’em with thе steel pipe
my lil’ homie steel still iced, yeah, he k!lled twice
and f-ck a fake chain, you smoke dirt weed
i only blow cooks, i don’t even touch purp’ weed
bay cats, thirty-eight stacks
coke rocks in his as’ cap, yeah, the base-bat
yeah, homie, where the motherf-ckin’ weed at?
styrofoam cup, where the lean at?
[chorus: lil slugg]
[?] under the moonlight
but i be outside, so i get my mood right
my mind and my money straight, i know my mama’s good
none of my friends are hungry, everyone’s out the hood
i feel so far away, maybe it’s outta reach
yeah, maybe it’s outta reach
[?] so far away, maybe it’s outta reach
maybe it’s outta reach (louisville lil’ sluggy in this b-tch, ho)

[verse 2: lil slugg]
i got the cookie rolled up, finna take a flight
cherry pie, get that pack, it’s for the player price
glass tip up in the ‘wood, gotta hit me right
her hair long, to her thong, bel-air on the ice
outta state club, tap in, what you need?
i need thirty bands for these lil’ ten p’s
lil slugga, i’m the one who got the city hot
i’m from the bay, we goin’ dumb, we don’t milly-rock
i got the syrup in my faygo every photo shoot
suckas nervous, finna press me ’cause i know they spooked
hot nail, i’m the cover of the latest mag’
my ex mad my new b-tch rock the latest bags
and f-ck forbidden fruit, i’m blowin’ lemon tree
i’m in here twistin’ up sh-t long as limousines
and if you wanna see some snow, i’m where the blizzards at
tired of trimmin’ all these packs with h-lla scissors, man
i wake up rollin’ a couple blunts, get high while the sun rise
when we fly out to california, i’ll get your lungs right
my mind and my money straight, make sure my mama good
i know my daughter love me, i do what a daddy should
[outro: lil slugg]
[?] so far away, maybe it’s outta reach
take your phone up
baby, i’m outta reach
like, how they hate but so far away?
[?] i’m outta reach

- lil slugg

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