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Out Here Lyrics - Artist : Smoke DZA
18rd on the tune up
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Riiight... Kush God none other
I been a cold muh fucka
Word to mother
I'm ill, nigga. Dat nice one
90's slang
Tell niggas my shit is butta
Uh... I talk that bud shit better
Don't get it fucked up
Nigga still gutta
My set is ill
Test my skills
Nigga don't write a check that yo ass can't cover
Uh
80 deep in this bitch tho
My little homeys get it poppin with the big bro
Nigga front
Nigga quick to let this shit go
Comin thru unannounced
See brother man from the fifth flo
Uh... we mobbin. We ain't with no long line shit
We all in
I ain't got time for promoter games
Check the guest list: it just say "Harlem"
We lo'd out
We smoked out. We all came with paper
These niggas pay the admission.We go to parties and they pay us
Right... shit too wild. They can buy bottles but they can't buy style
Got more flow than the whole new crowd
Fuck who got next, nigga we got now

80 deep in this bitch tho
And my Billy love got the beast in his trench coat
And I got the D in ya bitch throat
Harlem world boy
It's a real nigga expo
All my real niggas like "Let's go"
Slide thru ya city like a Metro, LETS GO

80 deep in this bitch tho
And my Billy love got the beast in his trench coat
And I got the D in ya bitch throat
Harlem world boy
It's a real nigga expo
All my real niggas like "Let's go"
Slide thru ya city like a Metro, LETS GO

Rugby segal
My money is nothing legal
You front and I come and see you
Zip hoodie covered the eagle
Duckin them people
For pushin what come in needles
I'm pullin up in the regal
Get popped like one of The Beatles
2k a table, I need 5
It's me, LA, MK and GY
Dee1 might come thru with 3 slimes. So you already know that he comin with 3 nines
I'm always good. I be fine
Can get you pushed back like ya seat don reclined
I'm tryina relax. I need wine
Smoke a little weed with this broad, Then DB9
Them G's out. We Button up them shirt and fatigue'd out
Chuck T's high sox to the knee's bout
It's rugby non-stop till I'm cleaned out
We climbin
We grindin
There's no weight? Then, work them dimes then
You shinin
I'm like Hyman Roth all set in perfect diamonds
My watch is worth your signin
I call that perfect timing
I'm in the trap
Two straps in the lin in
Get do
Lay lo can't find him

80 deep in this bitch tho
And my Billy love got the beast in his trench coat
And I got the D in ya bitch throat
Harlem world boy
It's a real nigga expo
All my real niggas like "Let's go"
Slide thru ya city like a Metro, LETS GO

80 deep in this bitch tho
And my Billy love got the beast in his trench coat
And I got the D in ya bitch throat
Harlem world boy
It's a real nigga expo
All my real niggas like "Let's go"
Slide thru ya city like a Metro, LETS GO

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