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letra de tweet ups - outer

ayy
i could never steal n0body slop tweet
your first good tweet, i had to put it in your feed
you p-ssies can’t get bangers in this app for nan’
i’m out in pinterest because i bang
i’m the hitmaker he depend on
backstage in my dms it was friendzone
you won’t ever take no tweet off of us
how the f-ck you big-bird with that 5’8 height on?
this the job with the blows, buddy, what’s up?
i know my tweets on your feed when y’all cook up
extort with baby, whole career, you been shook up
because i told you, “drop and give me a retweet, ” like some follow-ups, huhyour last tweet flopped, you really not on sh-t
they up make sons for me ’cause the ladie love me lit
pull your follow count ’cause we gotta see the diff
the way you getting diffed, b-tch, you might switch brig
you better do that tweet inside the private lock it quickly
you might need a tweet, you better make it witty
then we need a tweet for my lil vincent
outer say drop, you better drop and give a retweet
pipsqueak, pipe down
you ain’t in no big bros, kneecap got you wiped down
gunfield got you wiped down, miner got you wiped down
widowmaker, boy, you in a scope right now
and you gon’ feel the aftermath of what i tweet down
i’m at the top of the industry, so you planted now
just to have this talk with your ass, i had to hike down
big difference ‘tween csm then and jjk now
what the f-ck is this, a 3-v-1, buddy?
what’s a ram to a goat? he a son, buddy
get more love in the tweets that you wrote, buddy
bappi, shut your ho ass up dooont quote no songs, buddy
yeah, i’m the tweet god, i’m the frontrunner
that baby mine yeah im no milk runner runner
claim the deadbeat yall my sons come for me
and when you boys see the belt, you have to run from it
joomy takin’ all im tweetin, out here trickin’ (out here trickin’)
sh-t i do for ladies, he doin’ for buddies (what the f-ck?)
quotes, follows, ratios, tweet it, tweet it, tweet it (tweet it, tweet it)
rob it like you tryna blow up, boy, you trippin’, boy, you trippin’
outer hat ‘n helm, probably got your hit liked
i just got ’em 600, boy, don’t make me have to block a fail
tweeting out my stuff, y’all were turnt, that was sl!ck as h-ll
sh-t’ll probably change if my bm start to tweet and tell
hugs and kisses, man, don’t tell me ’bout no disses
i’ll be rockin’ every f-cking son i got next visit, ayy
i be with some little dogs like my paw patrool
outer say drop, your little midget ass better f-ckin’
ayy, better drop and give me a retweet, ayy
drop and give me a retweet, drop and give me retweet, ayy
buddies really got me out here talkin’ like i’m deadbeat, ayy
buddies really got me out here rappin’ what i’m livin’
i might take your latest tweet and cuff it like i’m joomy
can’t believe he jumpin’ in, this buddy turnin’ 15
every tweet that made it on the feed, he got from outer
spend that lil’ clout you got and stay up out my quoute tweets
buddy, shout out to the oomfie that be bustin’ out the my cc (curious cat)
that baby mama mad, buddy, i ain’t even trippin’
all that lil’ baby father twitter sh-t for b-tches
this for all the blow bros, drop and give me a retweet, drop, drop

- outer

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