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Outside Video (MV)




Performed By: Duvy
Featuring: Murda Beatz
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: Peter Joseph Duvernay Jr., Shane Lindstrom




Duvy - Outside Lyrics
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[ Featuring Murda Beatz ]

Murda on the beat, murder in these streets
This shit off the top, man (yeah)
Like every other track (yeah)
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah

(Grrrt)
Let's go outside
Glock on the road outside
F*ckin' your ho (your ho)
Livin' that good life, no, I can't go (can't go)
Turn him over on a Sunday (huh)
Ye, it's really sunny (huh)
Ye, we make it ugly (ugly)
Ain't foolish or funny (nah)
Southside (let's go)
My niggas, they deadly
Compact Nine, five shot Revy
Hit that boy spine, we lookin' for blood
You know how I bleed black (slatt)
Say you love me but you're uppin' and leavin', that's that (slime)

Outside (yeah)
Many options and I still cannot think right
I lost pain from '06, hop out big Glock casings
Sorry Mrs. Davis, I never listened I stayed in them cases
Up in the trenches, shoot dice in the cases
Since like fifteen beat cases
Slime (slatt)
Time changed him (changed him)
Hop out, black van chase him, his heart racin'
I been that youngin', I came from nothin' (yeah)
We kick doors, we lunatic (yeah)
Woke up right to shootin' shit
Perky got me feelin' this, the vibe
Bad bitch long hair, she fell in love with my vibe (my vibe)
Good girl don't care, she got bad habits and got long nails
I'm playin' them mind games, she goin' real crazy
Told mom, "Wish me well" (yeah, mama I'm sorry)

(Grrrt)
Let's go outside
Glock on the road outside
F*ckin' your ho (your ho)
Livin' that good life, no, I can't go (can't go)
Turn him over on a Sunday (huh)
Ye, it's really sunny (huh)
Ye, we make it ugly (ugly)
Ain't foolish or funny (nah)
Southside (let's go)
My niggas, they deadly
Compact Nine, five shot Revy
Hit that boy spine, we lookin' for blood
You know how I bleed black (slatt)
Say you love me but you're uppin' and leavin', that's that (slime)

Yeah
Man, we count it up, my dog's sick 'em
.762 shots, rip 'em
Less talk, shh, bro, let's zip 'em
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Murda on the beat, murder in these streets
This shit off the top, man (yeah)
Like every other track (yeah)
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah

(Grrrt)
Let's go outside
Glock on the road outside
F*ckin' your ho (your ho)
Livin' that good life, no, I can't go (can't go)
Turn him over on a Sunday (huh)
Ye, it's really sunny (huh)
Ye, we make it ugly (ugly)
Ain't foolish or funny (nah)
Southside (let's go)
My niggas, they deadly
Compact Nine, five shot Revy
Hit that boy spine, we lookin' for blood
You know how I bleed black (slatt)
Say you love me but you're uppin' and leavin', that's that (slime)

Outside (yeah)
Many options and I still cannot think right
I lost pain from '06, hop out big Glock casings
Sorry Mrs. Davis, I never listened I stayed in them cases
Up in the trenches, shoot dice in the cases
Since like fifteen beat cases
Slime (slatt)
Time changed him (changed him)
Hop out, black van chase him, his heart racin'
I been that youngin', I came from nothin' (yeah)
We kick doors, we lunatic (yeah)
Woke up right to shootin' shit
Perky got me feelin' this, the vibe
Bad bitch long hair, she fell in love with my vibe (my vibe)
Good girl don't care, she got bad habits and got long nails
I'm playin' them mind games, she goin' real crazy
Told mom, "Wish me well" (yeah, mama I'm sorry)

(Grrrt)
Let's go outside
Glock on the road outside
F*ckin' your ho (your ho)
Livin' that good life, no, I can't go (can't go)
Turn him over on a Sunday (huh)
Ye, it's really sunny (huh)
Ye, we make it ugly (ugly)
Ain't foolish or funny (nah)
Southside (let's go)
My niggas, they deadly
Compact Nine, five shot Revy
Hit that boy spine, we lookin' for blood
You know how I bleed black (slatt)
Say you love me but you're uppin' and leavin', that's that (slime)

Yeah
Man, we count it up, my dog's sick 'em
.762 shots, rip 'em
Less talk, shh, bro, let's zip 'em
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Writer: Peter Joseph Duvernay Jr., Shane Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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