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letra de outta state - splash cc

outta state lyrics
[intro]

splash
certified
haha
you know what time it is
my phone on dnd
she just get blocked
no

[chorus]

my phone on dnd so when she call she getting blocked
tell them lames ain’t no seeing me
i’m making these moves, we getting this guap
say she always wanna be with me
know my pieces hit when i’m in the spot
so she know she ain’t leaving me
yeah she ain’t leaving me no

[verse 1]
you know i don’t play
i f-cked some bad b-tches outta state
sly savage she take food off your plate
we be trapping keep her bread in the bank
she be calling she said she like how i move
certified, you know my n-ggas woo
hit the spots, we be acting a fool
gcs and some new gucci shoes
perfected my craft gotta work on it
she got some ass tell her twerk on it
my n-ggas, they had to work for it
coming my way, i tell boogie go murk something
i smoke that runntz to the face
they check my trunk, it’s a case
i’m always on it, never late
i blew through 20 all up on the gauge
like a rocket we got up and away
my n-gga got like four charges
they set that bail and we got it
can’t let a brother sit you know my body
i’m outta town, n-ggas out of bounds
they don’t really got it, they ain’t really balling huh
they know my hitter be wyling
they ain’t really ’bout it, they don’t really want smoke
we in the yams in a rental
lamborghini, lamborghini
buss it open when she see me
rubbing that cl-t like i’m tryna see genie
hit orlando like we was houdini, uh
we had that magic work
man i was down bad sh-t hurt
then i got off my ass and worked, uh
look, grinding crazy, remember them times i was complacent
now me and preme hit different places
man i gotta switch phones can’t leave no traces
switched up lanes no indicators
rookie on my phone can’t do no favors
back on the road, me and dizzy on the go
i got some merch for the low
f-ck do you mean, broke a hunnid with the team
bro keep a glock with the beam, see my b-tch she mean
under her pics you a fiend, 2500 my jeans
and we got it lit
know that my n-ggas in drip
got them hoes catching a fit
see these n-ggas sick, talking that sh-t
ooooh, but my shooter letting it rip, ooooh
look, uh, but my shooter repping the crip
sipping that henny and i fade the black
still in the streets, we moving them packs
i f-cked some bad hoes outta state
ya mans gone if you come out your face
gang on, whole team on the cake
50 clip me and storm in the bay
yeah, yeah
[outro]

certified sh-t man
who know what the f-ck these n-ggas talking ’bout man i’m here
haha (haha)
n-ggas know what time it is
big cc sh-t
floss sh-t

- splash cc

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