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Then Come Outside Video (MV)




Performed By: Jôh
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Jordan Rich




Jôh - Then Come Outside Lyrics
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Shout out my niggas
Y'all niggas know I'm the goat
Shout out my niggas
I don't give a f*ck I'm cold
Lemme stop playing with y'all real quick
(la da la da, la da da)
(Aye, aye) (Hwauh!)
What you know bout trapping outta mini vans
Niggas is my sons
Y'all inherit all my Benjamin's damn
Niggas playing pussy
Never been a fan
All my bills blue
I guess I'm Crippin' out my wallet man
I been valid since I slid out the womb
Bitch you better come correct
If I ain't talking to you
Feel like Frost I'm Meliodas
When I'm stuck in the booth
A deadly nigga on the beat
I'm only telling the truth
What's in ya wallet?
I only cap-to-one of these hoes
My credit good
So I'll only "Capital One" these hoes
(I mean like uhh)
I don't beef with niggas in my city
Cause the Uber would be cheaper
If you was just riding with me (Nah mean?)
That's lady London for you, I like Leshurr
I rock iced out duey's and a coat with the fur
I'm a Cam'Ron baby
Y'all niggas don't phase me
Brooklyn baller, momma raised in the 80's
I brag more than a Russ album
I talk money too much I need some more power
If I go Ghost you know I always keep a Tommy on me
But every nigga got a Angie that would opp on em'
And that's the truth, nigga I don't go to the clubs
I got a fantasy I'm working on that's making me bucks
Too many niggas making music cause this shit is "The Wave"
I hope they drown because my drip is way too much to contain
My nigga I'm too reckless, I hate rules
I went from sleeping on the street to waterbeds and pool
All my brothers toting pistols
All I got is a ball point
Writing lyrics to the bangers having mommas go YEAH BOY
Imma shot caller, Don Dotta how the story goes
And beat the pussy up until I'm getting to the glory road
Nasty nigga, always and forever babe
Beat the pussy up my name is jerry, You a tommy fake
Please, let me count my stacks and catch a body
Took a break from music, now a nigga wanna try me
I been working harder than these niggas, I'm retired
Y'all want a nigga back to "Shake It Up" for everybody
This ain't Disney Channel nigga, I lay damage like a wrecking ball
(Jordan is a liar) Bitch I'm valid more than all of ya'll
Niggas playing pussy, Focused on it like some Adderall
Nigga I will find you and spray bullets at ya momma's house
Please, Why these niggas playing with my paper
Like I won't pull up on em', let the choppa f*cking fade em'
Crown Heights baller and a east side killer
Born in the islands, Raised up to count figures man
Who the f*cking king of the industry, that's me
Jhé-kwon killing rappers with guillotines, rest in peace
Niggas claiming that they valid, But they google their bars
I was only 8 years old rapping like I'm Lamar
Two-Tone Silk, Gucci on my belt.
Shawty on my line, In a Loui Dress
Bando Baby come up out the mud
Rich never broke, Flex on em like a stud
Leopard mink cold on that Z fit (aye)
Water dripping rolley on my right wrist (aye)
Niggas know I pull- (f*ck ha ha)
I really killed this shit man
(Aye let's do this shit again man)
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Shout out my niggas
Y'all niggas know I'm the goat
Shout out my niggas
I don't give a f*ck I'm cold
Lemme stop playing with y'all real quick
(la da la da, la da da)
(Aye, aye) (Hwauh!)
What you know bout trapping outta mini vans
Niggas is my sons
Y'all inherit all my Benjamin's damn
Niggas playing pussy
Never been a fan
All my bills blue
I guess I'm Crippin' out my wallet man
I been valid since I slid out the womb
Bitch you better come correct
If I ain't talking to you
Feel like Frost I'm Meliodas
When I'm stuck in the booth
A deadly nigga on the beat
I'm only telling the truth
What's in ya wallet?
I only cap-to-one of these hoes
My credit good
So I'll only "Capital One" these hoes
(I mean like uhh)
I don't beef with niggas in my city
Cause the Uber would be cheaper
If you was just riding with me (Nah mean?)
That's lady London for you, I like Leshurr
I rock iced out duey's and a coat with the fur
I'm a Cam'Ron baby
Y'all niggas don't phase me
Brooklyn baller, momma raised in the 80's
I brag more than a Russ album
I talk money too much I need some more power
If I go Ghost you know I always keep a Tommy on me
But every nigga got a Angie that would opp on em'
And that's the truth, nigga I don't go to the clubs
I got a fantasy I'm working on that's making me bucks
Too many niggas making music cause this shit is "The Wave"
I hope they drown because my drip is way too much to contain
My nigga I'm too reckless, I hate rules
I went from sleeping on the street to waterbeds and pool
All my brothers toting pistols
All I got is a ball point
Writing lyrics to the bangers having mommas go YEAH BOY
Imma shot caller, Don Dotta how the story goes
And beat the pussy up until I'm getting to the glory road
Nasty nigga, always and forever babe
Beat the pussy up my name is jerry, You a tommy fake
Please, let me count my stacks and catch a body
Took a break from music, now a nigga wanna try me
I been working harder than these niggas, I'm retired
Y'all want a nigga back to "Shake It Up" for everybody
This ain't Disney Channel nigga, I lay damage like a wrecking ball
(Jordan is a liar) Bitch I'm valid more than all of ya'll
Niggas playing pussy, Focused on it like some Adderall
Nigga I will find you and spray bullets at ya momma's house
Please, Why these niggas playing with my paper
Like I won't pull up on em', let the choppa f*cking fade em'
Crown Heights baller and a east side killer
Born in the islands, Raised up to count figures man
Who the f*cking king of the industry, that's me
Jhé-kwon killing rappers with guillotines, rest in peace
Niggas claiming that they valid, But they google their bars
I was only 8 years old rapping like I'm Lamar
Two-Tone Silk, Gucci on my belt.
Shawty on my line, In a Loui Dress
Bando Baby come up out the mud
Rich never broke, Flex on em like a stud
Leopard mink cold on that Z fit (aye)
Water dripping rolley on my right wrist (aye)
Niggas know I pull- (f*ck ha ha)
I really killed this shit man
(Aye let's do this shit again man)
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Writer: Jordan Rich
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