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outer concept - ketchup lyrics

[verse 1: rooroodamoonman]
i love to smoke that loud pack sh-t, i love to get that cash
i need a red bone b-tch with a big “o” fat -ss
she’s a down -ss chick that’s the kind of ladies that i like
like real talk my dawg i ain’t even gonna tell lies
rollin’ on the streets out con tennis ball choppa packin’
blasting on rachets with fat -sses that we be mackin’
we some sl!ck -ss n-ggas we too sl!ck with that stupid sh-t
we ain’t ashamed we just swagin’ lanes to this m-th-f-ckin turnt up music sh-t
by the end of day, i will never go away
n-ggas still gon hate cause b-tch i’m gettin’ more cake
f-ck what you thank (think) cause you f-ck n-ggas be fake
f-ck with my crew one more call and your -ss gon be in the lake
we some hot boys, we make hot noise
catch your -ss slippin’ we gon hit you with that top boy
it ain’t my birthday but i need a big booty hoe
f-ck that b-tch down & you know i tell that b-tch roo!

[verse 2: danny g]
these m-th-f-ckas really tryna start sh-t
what coinkeed-nk we got beef to cook
rollin’ round in white and black like a bunch of psychopaths
don’t be shy to ask, y’all already know the streets is shook
oh my god, oh my gosh, look y’all it’s the hot dogs
no ball franks when my dralls hang but them walls bang when i pop off
b-tch you’s a buster, i say that with deep p-ssion
bustin’ at you hoes rolling down the window with bombing monster beats bashin’
never gave a f-ck what you funky b-tches saying
cause this crazy sh-t stay in my m-th-f-ckin’ system playing
slayin’ these hoes maine old -ss crooner f-ckers get rogaine
we f-cking these b-tches not loving these b-tches 100% for the dough maine
we pro game that’s the realest spitting to the haters and phasers ducking
getting this function biatch it’s nothin’ criminal sh-t for these cutesy pumpkins yah
my bottom b-tch told me life is too tricky
when i make your b-tch squirt that ketchup sh-t gon get sticky
yeah get with it don’t get twisted this the m-th-f-ckin clique yo
you disagree suck my mouthaf-ckin’ d-ck hoe with ketchup

[verse 3: the majedi]
blood dripping out my nose i’m tellin’ y’all it’s ketchup
br-ss knuckles in my hand i’m bout to f-ck some flesh up
you f-ckers better catch up because i’m out ahead
they call me the majedi cause i’m the jedi majed
you’re better off dead then tryna fight us
because our swag is on point you tryna bite us
and you gon’ learn to like us or you gon’ die tonight
’cause you can be superman but this is kryptonite
and i might trip tonight and k!ll some brain cells
locked on my mind i handle ball and chains well
’cause i feel unstable i think i’m insane
but also i feel like django because i’m unchained
i don’t think i’m bi polar big do have mood sw-ngs
while i’m looking down on you atop the food chain
we’re outer concept bro n0body better than
us these your last rites i’ll call the reverend

- outer concept lyrics

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