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letra de we out! - yellow & certified

hook:
i f-ck ya b-tch from the top of the castle
blew her back out like that sh-t was a candle
she tried to slip on my gucci sandals
she throwing a fit she throwing a tantrum
b-tch we out!
we out!
yeah we out!
we out!
you know a n-gga be too hot to handle
roll the dice with me you better not gamble

verse 1 (yellow):
shawty said to bring that bag out i brought the bag out
shawty said to run them racks up, i brought the stacks out
f-ck a b-tch only thing on my mind be that cash now
i cashed out, now all i got is them bands now

what you said you said fool?
b-tch i got the cash now, now my coupe got extra legroom
don’t make me bring that mac out, or else i’ll have all of ya heads too
f-ck a mac i’m toting gats now
i’m a fiend for the cheese
but i ain’t no rat now
all my boys stuck in the city, imma be the one to make it out
yeah, you trash i’ll take you out
tweet at me from fake accounts
ha, b-tch i laugh as i see commas in my bank account
i like my bed spread, so my bullets yeah you know i had to spread em out
sent yo boi to the hospital yeah you know i had to check him out
all my checks correct amounts
if he’s alive i’ll dead him now
i know my gucci and fendi be poppin’ confetti
i’ll let ya b-tch know when i’m ready
she said her man just couldn’t bear it so i call him teddy
i know that her man he jelly
i bought her the mink so my baby ain’t chilly
her skin be vanilly
bouta pass it off to dally no dilly
cause i know that n-gga just gonna k!ll em, yeah

hook:
i f-ck ya b-tch from the top of the castle
blew her back out like that sh-t was a candle
she tried to slip on my gucci sandals
she throwing a fit she throwing a tantrum
b-tch we out!
we out!
yeah we out!
we out!
you know a n-gga be too hot to handle
roll the dice with me you better not gamble

verse 2 (yrbjahślin):
woah (x5)
i keep a black op
i keep a black chop
she give me me good top
that hoe cannot stop
red dot your head
you can go blast off
i keep a band on me, yeah, i’ve got the stacks yeah
don’t f-ck with me
smoke comes for free
i keep a choppa
make him dance like a rasta
eat her like pasta
she don’t have a chance with me, yuhh
she don’t have a chance with me, yuh
i’m sippin vodka
making a murder scene
b-tch i’m out (x7)
bridge:
i’m sippin’ too much
rockin’ off white more times than the klu klux
baby girl want the birkin bag, yeah the new one
she said she wanted the python, but it blast like 2 guns
i blast the engine, she hear it revving, she need a tune up
she got too lost in the sauce thinkin’ she boo’ed up
she walkin’ round callin’ me her man, you don’t got a clue huh?
i gave her one more chance, told her you better not do sumn
she asked me “what’s your sign?”
i put the deuce up

hook:
i f-ck ya b-tch from the top of the castle
blew her back out like that sh-t was a candle
she tried to slip on my gucci sandals
she throwing a fit she throwing a tantrum
b-tch we out!
we out!
yeah we out!
we out!
you know a n-gga be too hot to handle
roll the dice with me you better not gamble

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