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the savage family & bry-han solo - outside lyrics

every time i gotta spit a bomb rap
get your girl high from the contact
never really been the type to fall back
she looking like amanda cuz she all that
misleading the twelve its seems you have failed
these demons could tell that i’m breathing in h+ll
i’m twisting up flight just in to fight, i serve nicks at nite like i’m keenen and kel
swear i just bought it smoked the whole zip
really shouldn’t talk you don’t know ish
taking tabs only time that the bro trip
always say you rolling you dont know crip
bogus im with the gang cuz it show suffice
don’t ask the ticket if you know the price
asked if i’m with it cuz she know i’m tight
man i’m flipping chickens like im dolemite
solo gon hit like the lotto, you simps be all lit off moscato
you want beef this ain’t szechuan, i’m pulling out the fully auto
to live and to die in my city los angeles normal ain’t formal and never could handle this
road rules for real world i’m back to the challenges
not much to do cuz the whole camp is savages

either way i see it gotta go we out here catch us outside
if i were you i wouldn’t wanna know, what happens when you dont wanna ride
we hit em till they drop to the flo’ 6 feet under where they lied
its s.o.b til the death of me till the motherf+cking day i die
said either way i see it gotta go we out here catch us outside
if i were you i wouldn’t wanna know, what happens when you dont wanna ride
we hit em till they drop to the flo’ 6 feet under where they lied
its s.o.b til the death of me till the motherf+cking day i die (sw+nk g)

any time i’m f+cking with a new thang only time i promise her a new chain
any time you see me with my boo thang mind ya business please she got mood swings
focused on my pockets with the blue cheese, pull up lax with some new st++ze
getting up ya garment cop some new swxnk
lacing up my yeezy with the new strings
flipping through my paper like it’s loose leaf
pulling up with with something that i can’t leave
if i take it off my hip it you want good grief
n+ggas had to troop it we was too deep, f+cking up the summer me and solo
but it’s s.o.b if you don’t know, i’ma flood the watch that’s an ap
studio be lit word to ap, sh+lls hit the floor no safety
just pray that you make it home safely, at this very point it’s a maybe
wanna make it home kiss ya baby, i bet you pray at night that you wake up
burn your memorabilia shoot ya wake up
seen me in ya dreams when you laid up
put the burner to head f+ck a shape up

either way i see it gotta go we out here catch us outside
if i were you i wouldn’t wanna know, what happens when you dont wanna ride
we hit em till they drop to the flo’ 6 feet under where they lied
its s.o.b til the death of me till the motherf+cking day i die (s.o.b)
said either way i see it gotta go we out here catch us outside
if i were you i wouldn’t wanna know, what happens when you dont wanna ride
we hit em till they drop to the flo’ 6 feet under where they lied
its s.o.b til the death of me till the motherf+cking day i die (nomad houston)

i’m too high my brainwaves they white rice
they deep fried, there’s no shade on my mind
i’m stuck on my grind, just like the trucks glued
f+ck me? nah, f+ck you! took 3, now tell me
what do these drugs do, lighting big l’s
and i’m feeling notorious, mobbing deep
lookin glorious, troublesome like it’s ‘96
brenda’s got a baby the double cups tipped
come sink with come take a sip hold me down like my wings were clipped
luggage packed for this acid trip, hippie flips as the sun dips

said either way i see it gotta go we out here catch us outside
if i were you i wouldn’t wanna know, what happens when you dont wanna ride
we hit em till they drop to the flo’ 6 feet under where they lied
its s.o.b til the death of me till the motherf+cking day i die (genetti)
give the night a quick kiss before the day comes their to long
bossman gotta check the p+ss before the world ever get to hear a song
that 9 to 5 life ain’t the right type life for a n+gga i’m gone
can’t pay these dues cuz my bills is due so i’m back to the grind hold on
but the great don’t get no sleep, specially when you trying to get a jam of the week
all the bullsh+t that’s been handed to me, hoping that god has a plan for me
this ain’t a happy ending how can it be, sister in pain baby let her greive
sinking to the bottom i can barely breathe but i got a trick up my sleeve stay tuned

- the savage family bry han solo lyrics

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