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Outro
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Hip-Hop
Outro was released on August 5, 2016 by Dirty Sprite Ent. / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution as a part of the album Dopest Where We From
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Release DateAugust 5, 2016
LabelDirty Sprite Ent. / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Nic
Ice Nic
Performer
Pist8l
Pist8l
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice Nic
Ice Nic
Songwriter
Pist8l
Pist8l
Songwriter

Lyrics

This the end, this the end
President, Nick, Pistol
Check me out, check me out
My son father go hard like Reginae Carter's
I'm getting money in this bitch like the Carter
Hundred thousand in diamond, them shits look like water
Hood bitches get alley-ooped, yeah I toss 'em
Fuck ****, I cross 'em, I give 'em closed coffins
I vacate the scene, leave that shit looking awful
Rock the Bentley, the paint swimming pool water
Still the same ****, still fucking Dara's daughter
Count that money, diamond, like daddy taught you
You rock that old Benz ****, that shit's a fossa
I got that new Benz, wet like swimsuit models
Catch me deep in them waters ****, with no goggles
Just cop that Audemar ****, that new model
Rich **** bitch, yeah I be doing me
I'm everywhere like stop signs and concrete
Red bottom her feet, I'm rocking them beaver minks
Pink and yellow diamonds, I could make your bitch wink
This summer, catch Lamborghini on tour
If you don't, you'll be sorry like the game board
I fucked a thousand whores, lean leaking all out my pores
Got bitches running it in, Frank Gore
A little molly, lime Bacardi, she'll fuck the party
My mouth cost me a Harley, bouncing all out the 'Rari
Got a bad rich white bitch, a straight Barbie
She had her own TV show, iCarly
These **** peasants, they dirty, rocking the snotty nose
Knocking all at my door like Roscoe
I'm all in Atlanta fucking with Rocko
And I got it for the low ****, Costco's
Boy I'm nothing nice, I'll fuck you over twice
The Aston Martin nice, it'll knock a bowl of rice
Sacrifice like Jesus Christ, got a fetish for cars and ice
Bought my bitch a Bimmer, paint's top white rice
Bought my bitch a Bimmer, paint's top white rice
Bought my bitch a Bimmer, paint's top white rice
Bought my bitch a Bimmer, paint's top white rice
I been going hard on these ****, brick wall
Addicted to the trap boy, I be that jigsaw
My flow like over the meat counter, this shit raw
Caught between the two, he keep pitching them split balls
Yeah that 40 love to bust, Rosa Parks
We moving through the water boy, it's always best to warn the sharks
Cause you could run into that ship of animals, Noah arc
And that could be legs off, heads off, floating hearts
Who could tell the difference from the hardest and the softest one?
Never talk to ones that get you a smooth coffin son
Magneto metal on my side, a firearm
Cincinnati on my hat, you know where them riders from
Big competition, where'd you get your lighter from?
Just know we got plenty, and we ain't selling none
Bitch I'm big timing, like that Vallejo ****
Caught him face to face, you know that tango ****
AK in your mouth, now it looking like your lips sticking
Take your shine at night, give you that eclipse feeling
Angry behind the wheel, she got road rage
Shot to your toupee, that smooth Colgate
Dropping bars on her, like a prison building
Big birds on the table for blooded pilgrims
Peep the ism that's in me, yeah I was born with it
Get up close on that body like I'm a mortician
Red flags raising if a **** say the wrong thing
Then I'm waiting at your house, I'm wanting company
Richmond, California breaking news, stay tuned
Treat suckas like mixtapes, another funeral coming soon
Written by: Ice Nic, Pist8l
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