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Outrageous
2,565
Hip-Hop/Rap
Outrageous fue lanzado el 14 de junio de 2022 por TrueStory Ent. como parte del álbum Outrageous - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento14 de junio de 2022
Sello discográficoTrueStory Ent.
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM86

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Bris
Bris
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Christopher Treadwell
Christopher Treadwell
Autoría

Letra

I swear to God, this hatin' gettin' outrageous
Where was **** at when we was out gangin'?
Sellin' all this dope, it got my house raided
If I show a pole i'm gettin' violated
The homies just got killed, and **** seperated
Knock that **** off his feet, a **** levatated
I'm off a 4, a couple percs, a **** medicated
And the suckas coulda killed me, but they hesitated
I'm really in that field, love block for real
You **** could get killed, I keep that Glock for real
I'm really out here thuggin', I ain't got a deal
I'm hungry for that money, I ain't got a meal
Why do **** think they invisible, 30 fillable, cut 'em off like umbilical
Fast [???], to play in this field you need a physical
You **** pitiful, this choppa clapping like a syllable
We them bad kids that always break the rules
I be off of 1 like it's April Fools
I put a couple drills up on the breaking news
It's a chess game, you touch my pawn and imma make a move
You square **** steady playin' checkers
Did my homework, got a E for effort
Got the block hot, flamin' like a pepper
You ain't ever did no murder, you ain't never been no stepper, ****
I swear to God, this hatin' gettin' outrageous
Where was **** at when we was out gangin'?
Sellin' all this dope, it got my house raided
If I show a pole i'm gettin' violated
The homies just got killed, and **** seperated
Knock the **** off his feet, a **** levatated
I'm off a 4, a couple percs, a **** medicated
And the suckas coulda killed me, but they hesitated
Yea the suckas could've killed me, they had they eyes closed
Because they turned their ski mask to a blind fold
Why you fuckin' wit' them **** that we slide on
Put this stick up to his head like a rhino
Shottie always pumpin' my adrenaline
This a cinnamon, **** sweet, **** feminine
Makin' dividends, fuck Franklin, I need Benjamin's
You won't live again, poppin' percs like they ridelline
Crack yo face mask, the suckas breakin' tackles
Lying with this cig, we keep it lit, this ain't tobacco
Free Lil Iven out that cage, gang in shackles
**** tryna ride my wave, you gone sink without a paddle
Jumpin' in these oceans, do not dive without a life jacket
Everytime I slide, they call that plumber when they pipe crackin'
Gotta keep that fire by my side, because it might happen
Remember that a plane will not fly without the Flight Captain
I swear to God, this hatin' gettin' outrageous
Where was **** at when we was out gangin'?
Sellin' all this dope, it got my house raided
If I show a pole i'm gettin' violated
The homies just got killed, and **** seperated
Knock the **** off his feet, a **** levatated
I'm off a 4, a couple percs, a **** medicated
And the suckas coulda killed me, but they hesitated
Written by: Christopher Treadwell
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