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700 Reekade - Outside Lyrics



700 Reekade - Outside Lyrics
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I ain't hidin' from nobody, tell that boy we outside
Point me where the hoes at, nigga, cause my phone dry
Spinnin' blocks with gang and nem, f*ck around, get hog-tied
Hang up on that nigga, bae, tell that boy you outside
I'm outside, I'm free as f*ck, point me where the hoes at
Pockets full and sober too, point me where the dope at
I hit my brother Gucci, I'm like pick me up, I don't feel like drivin
Opps usin' fake pages, drop the lo I feel like slidin
Outside, it feel good, heart cold, I'm cold as f*ck
Texted her like I'm ready for you, liquor got me bold as f*ck
I don't need no honey pack, Patron made me fold her up
Rekked out the last time, hold up, let me sober up
I'm outside, I'm outside, outside, where them shooters be
You inside, tryna cake on the phone, you where the losers be
I'm outside, I'm outside, outside, in the projects
Florida City, five star niggas, we top prospects
I'm outside, I'm outside, outside, and I'll said it again
Bitch blew her chance with me, bet her ass won't play again
I don't take L's, baby, I always gotta play to win
Think I'm finna chase you, hold up, let me text yo friend
I ain't hidin' from nobody, tell that boy we outside
Point me where the hoes at, nigga, cause my phone dry
Spinnin' blocks with gang and nem, f*ck around, get hog-tied
Hang up on that nigga, bae, tell that boy you outside
All them niggas you be playin' with, I am not one
YouTube know we lyin' bout these blicks, these ain't prop guns
Shhh, matter of fact they is fake
Livin' in her head, rent free, I might do real estate
How she screamin' she a real bitch, but her body fake
How you screamin' you a real nigga, but yo brother gay
How you coppin' pleas for beef like it ain't no other way
How she hate me now, but she loved me just the other day
Outside on the top floor, say she wanna get slutted out
I do go routes, feel like gettin' gutted out
You run your mouth, this the last time you'll hear from me
Don't take no pics, why you wanna be seen with me
Hit the gang up, I'm like, meet me at the bnb
Ex texted my phone like, bae, I want you to be with me
Lil too late for that, cause my phone stay on dnd
Ma'am I'ma changed man, I don't know what the f*ck you see in me
I ain't hidin' from nobody, tell that boy we outside
Point me where the hoes at, nigga, cause my phone dry
Spinnin' blocks with gang and nem, f*ck around, get hog-tied
Hang up on that nigga, bae, tell that boy you outside
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I ain't hidin' from nobody, tell that boy we outside
Point me where the hoes at, nigga, cause my phone dry
Spinnin' blocks with gang and nem, f*ck around, get hog-tied
Hang up on that nigga, bae, tell that boy you outside
I'm outside, I'm free as f*ck, point me where the hoes at
Pockets full and sober too, point me where the dope at
I hit my brother Gucci, I'm like pick me up, I don't feel like drivin
Opps usin' fake pages, drop the lo I feel like slidin
Outside, it feel good, heart cold, I'm cold as f*ck
Texted her like I'm ready for you, liquor got me bold as f*ck
I don't need no honey pack, Patron made me fold her up
Rekked out the last time, hold up, let me sober up
I'm outside, I'm outside, outside, where them shooters be
You inside, tryna cake on the phone, you where the losers be
I'm outside, I'm outside, outside, in the projects
Florida City, five star niggas, we top prospects
I'm outside, I'm outside, outside, and I'll said it again
Bitch blew her chance with me, bet her ass won't play again
I don't take L's, baby, I always gotta play to win
Think I'm finna chase you, hold up, let me text yo friend
I ain't hidin' from nobody, tell that boy we outside
Point me where the hoes at, nigga, cause my phone dry
Spinnin' blocks with gang and nem, f*ck around, get hog-tied
Hang up on that nigga, bae, tell that boy you outside
All them niggas you be playin' with, I am not one
YouTube know we lyin' bout these blicks, these ain't prop guns
Shhh, matter of fact they is fake
Livin' in her head, rent free, I might do real estate
How she screamin' she a real bitch, but her body fake
How you screamin' you a real nigga, but yo brother gay
How you coppin' pleas for beef like it ain't no other way
How she hate me now, but she loved me just the other day
Outside on the top floor, say she wanna get slutted out
I do go routes, feel like gettin' gutted out
You run your mouth, this the last time you'll hear from me
Don't take no pics, why you wanna be seen with me
Hit the gang up, I'm like, meet me at the bnb
Ex texted my phone like, bae, I want you to be with me
Lil too late for that, cause my phone stay on dnd
Ma'am I'ma changed man, I don't know what the f*ck you see in me
I ain't hidin' from nobody, tell that boy we outside
Point me where the hoes at, nigga, cause my phone dry
Spinnin' blocks with gang and nem, f*ck around, get hog-tied
Hang up on that nigga, bae, tell that boy you outside
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Writer: Reekade Taureau
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Performed By: 700 Reekade
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Reekade Taureau

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