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letra de outlaw - russ

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
yeah, just copped a mansion and my parents a crib
listening to doubt never worked for me but my arrogance did
they love to hate, they love to hate, how ironic, i know
she loves my long hair and my tattoos, how iconic, i know
women pounce often and my sound poppin’
y’all are clout hoppin’, while i’m house shoppin’
you should make more moves and less announcements
i’m having s-x with spouses
watch me invest and count this, i got the best accountants
i’m looking at the aftermath off all my hours
unfortunately, i rarely take the time to smell my flowers
used to move around a lot, used to have to pack houses
now i’m on the road playing shows for packed houses
now i’m in toronto smokin’ maple leaves
i got the catalog of branches outside of the label’s tree
you can’t label me, i made all my shots
but that was when the crowd was ghost
now the world is watching me, time to go repeat results

[chorus]
i’m an outlaw
i do my thing and talk my sh-t and run my mouth off
i never really ever gave a f-ck about y’all
i got a lot of hits left like a southpaw
without y’all

[verse 2]
i’ve been in the dominican swimmin’ in thick women
with skin like cinnamon, b-tch it’s a tuesday
don’t you ever talk to me crazy, you still got roommates
went platinum out a suitcase
y’all too fake, your debut came and went
i’m throwin’ a coup de
ta da b-tch, i’m here, y’all pop up and disappear
i want priyanka in bahamas, i want 20 mil’ this year
what y’all know ’bout doin’ sold out shows around the globe?
i bring the hoes out, the come-up’s doc-mented, you should scroll down
and peep game, you can say he changed ’cause he went and achieved fame
but he landed where he aimed
so f-ck the chest you thumpin’, f-ck the threats you publish
i’m up in your city doin’ shows, address is public
i never listened to the churches
i listen to kanye, eminem, nipsey, j. cole, kendrick, drake and jay-z verses
rap is the new sermon, rappers are the preachers
rappers are the doctors and the teachers, the world needs us
c’mon!

[chorus]
i’m an outlaw
i do my thing and talk my sh-t and run my mouth off
i never really ever gave a f-ck about y’all
i got a lot of hits left like a southpaw
without y’all

[verse 3]
people say i’m c-cky, people say i’m arrogant
i think lack of confidence is very un-american
miss me with comparisons
y’all can’t hold a candle to me, you gon’ need more paraffin
bunch of f-ckin’ zombies poppin’ pills and sippin’ heroin
y’all are so embarr-ssin’
got your wifey runnin’ all her fingers through my hair again
i’m starin’ in her soul, your b-tch has no control
she’s lookin’ at my platinum plaques, your b-tch -ss still ain’t gold
i’m hot globally, you popped locally
i’m noticing this game hasn’t really noticed me
it’s okay, i understand, i wasn’t in your plan
but y’all gon’ come around ’cause i’m the motherf-ckin’ man
i was right about what? i was wrong about when?
i’m livin’ right right now, ’cause i was right back then
i was right about what? i was wrong about when?
i’m livin’ right right now, ’cause i was right back then, b-tch

[chorus]
i’m an outlaw
i do my thing and talk my sh-t and run my mouth off
i never really ever gave a f-ck about y’all
i got a lot of hits left like a southpaw
without y’all
i’m an outlaw
i do my thing and talk my sh-t and run my mouth off
i never really ever gave a f-ck about y’all
i got a lot of hits left like a southpaw
without y’all

- russ

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