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letra de out of sight - sowdy

(verse 1: sowdy)
i get the bag and go
i got homies that will do the stabbing though
i don’t f-ck with all of the capping bro
you gon’ twist all these tales, imagine hoe
fabricated, the state of they rapping now
i’m lui kang with the combat, we coming out
i go saiyan, we fusing these battle sounds
i go stupid and wipe out the whole town
i gon’ mask up and run through your homies house
i gon’ f-ck on that shawty, she eye me now
we be jugging and jamming, so get the bounce
these beats that i cook are my quarter pound
have you sinking like coins in a water fountain
they be all on that glizzy for streams they counting
i get scheming, the beam on the head of haters
i gon’ snap on that boy like an alligator
since the age of 6
i was sick wit’ it
what’s a milli streams?
when we hear all the f-cking crickets
i go steer the ship
and they be fear tripping (ooo)
eagle feeling
when we get this clear vision view (ooo, oo, oo)
right off the top
she topping the top dog, i’m top tier
i been up here for many years
drop many men, seen many tears
i go out sight, with my j lo
you outta sight, coz your pays low
can’t touch me homie, you fake hoe
jugg, jugg on this beat (whoa, whoa)
(chorus: sowdy)
outta sight, outta mind
outta luck, outta time
out the box, pick the locks
see me, i, see me, i
see me, i, i do this
see me, i, i do this
can’t see me, i, i do this
outta sight, go stupid
outta sight, outta mind
outta luck, outta time
out the box, pick the locks
see me, i, see me, i
see me, i, i do this
see me, i, i do this
can’t see me, i, i do this
outta sight, go stupid

(verse 2: butch dawson)
jump in the b-tch with a blindfold
i can’t see my competition, pr-nto
and respectfully they gotta die slow
attitude sassy, with the eye roll
like my woman fine very beautiful
put em in a line, it ain’t moving slow
running outta time, catch a groove, hoe
love to get high, but i don’t do blow
blowing off the rick
blowing up, make a n-gga sick
take his chick, now she blow a n-gga d-ck
gotta blow a bag just to keep her lit
i’m the same kid from division
whippin sugar water in the kitchen
fake f-ckin wit me, nah, forget it
you should try to mind ya f-ckin business
keep dries on the fleece
beat beats, til it’s weak
shorty pull up in a jeep
her, her, her and me
burr, b-tch, get the heat
and you don’t want the beef
i see ya when we meet
have fun wit ya tweets
sit on the throne forever
my vision pr-ne, imma storm the weather
i pray we swim in enormous cheddar
moving wit grace, had to k!ll the vendetta
i need a 7 or better
i need a loft with a view, so it’s making her wetter
i’m too mature to sweat it
i don’t react to the noise, that’s just for the record
(chorus: sowdy)
outta sight, outta mind
outta luck, outta time
out the box, pick the locks
see me, i, see me, i
see me, i, i do this
see me, i, i do this
can’t see me, i, i do this
outta sight, go stupid
outta sight, outta mind
outta luck, outta time
out the box, pick the locks
see me, i, see me, i
see me, i, i do this
see me, i, i do this
can’t see me, i, i do this
outta sight, go stupid

- sowdy

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