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jay fizzle - outrageous lyrics

[hook]
everything i do outrageous
bad b-tch with me, caucasian
that’s probably why you p-ssy n-gg-s hatin
that’s probably why you p-ssy n-gg-s hatin
new foreign whip, go 200
smokin out the p
blowin funky
all the young n-gg-s love stuntin
all the young n-gg-s love stuntin
everything i do outrageous
bad b-tch with me, caucasian
that’s probably why you p-ssy n-gg-s hatin
that’s probably why you p-ssy n-gg-s hatin
new foreign whip, go 200
smokin out the p
blowin funky
all the young n-gg-s love stuntin
all the young n-gg-s love stuntin

[verse 1]
i’m countin up all this money
blow a bag in the mall in an hour
i’m a black, young rich, lil n-gg-
smokin weed
while i’m standin in the shower
chrome purple jag in the lot
name ring a bell cause i’m hot
f-ckin on this caucasian thot
n-gg-s out here hatin
cause i’m on top
whole lotta money on me
thousand dollar shades, just to see
thousand dollar shoes on my feet
blew a stack for these balmain jeans
drippin dumb sauce all through the party
local hood b-tch like cardi
but the b-tch ain’t [?]
nah a n-gg- ain’t crazy
i’m r-t-rded
all the young n-gg-s love stuntin
all the young n-gg-s love stuntin
i’m just a young n-gg- gettin money
i’m just a young n-gg- gettin money
countin up these blue hundreds
but the rag on the left grape purple
i’m just a young n-gg- gettin money
try to rob me, n-gg- get murdered

[verse 2]
everything i do tt (too turnt)
had a 360 with the dealer, tt
outfit cost two p’s
like a n-gg- finna shoot a movie
wrecked the car
so i went and bought another one
wrecked again
so i went and bought a jet
these real diamonds cuttin up my chest
on the boat with ya b-tch gettin neck
j’s on my m-th-f-ckin feet
don’t come out till a couple months
smokin out the p
blowin stanky
it’s skunk all up in a n-gg- blunt
these forgi’s on my m-th-f-ckin rims
and a 100 in my m-th-f-ckin gun
pull up
make you shakin, make ya -ss run
keep a lot of n-gg-s with me
and they young
i’m on fire like a m-th-f-ckin candle
pour a whole pint in a grape fanta
got a lot of broads in atlanta
black and white like a panda
ferragamo belt on my -ss
but my pants still hang to the floor
four grams in my backwoods
that’s what a n-gg- call stuffed crust

- jay fizzle lyrics

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