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Out
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Out was released on January 21, 2022 by 3598191 Records DK2 as a part of the album Out - Single
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Release DateJanuary 21, 2022
Label3598191 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taffy
Taffy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Michael Beltran
Aaron Michael Beltran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Michael Beltran
Aaron Michael Beltran
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Fresh up out the barber, all you **** catching fades
I just butcher competition, so I keep a couple blades
You could say that you the king, but i'm the fucking ace of spades
You **** cannot see me, like the **** with the shades
My ice is so cold, meat can handle preservation
Diamond Blacc I'm coming out think we need a celebration
Imma put him in the ground, fuck that bitch mummification
Bitch I been the shit, like a constant defecation
Ay, yo Sousa
I got ya shit hard, like you staring at Medusa
I can ride like a whore, I mean horse, appaloosa
Always stacking up my cheese, call my pocket a pupusa
Bring the remy for me ma, cause I'm bout to go Papoose you
You can ask him, he aint never met a bitch like me
Cause my wrist on freeze, Richard Mill icee
We can do it on the low, fuck that bitch high key
Make a **** sing mariah, hit that note high key
My flow so cold, that it's snowing in the booth
How bout give me my respect, all you **** lacking couth
C'mon bitch I been hot, like the shit up in ya soup
And I'm stayin' on my grind like my **** in the coupes
Know a couple bad bitches on section eight
And they all voting for me, like election day
Never lease I only buy, what's the estimate
Imma keep throwing the subs, like I'm John Chidsey
Philly Phenomenon, with some real pretty broads
Fresh out the hair salon, my shit upper echelon
Tell em' get the headbands, cause these **** is sweatin me
Let me get a hand clap, cause no these **** don't threaten me
I'm out
Feelin' like I won the Latto, I'm the hottest in the south
My name carrying some weight, it's best to keep it out ya mouth
I got bitches out here flopping, feeling like I caught some trout
I keep my wrist on frio
Pockets fat like Theo
I got my swaggar on Alivin
I'm inclined like i'm Calvin
I give him brain like Simon
They can't see me, I sign it
They gotta fill up my wallet
Before I sign on the dotted
I'm out
I'm out again
Because when you getting money You don't worry bout the trends
If we beefin, then we beefin
We aint making no amends
I don't need no JKL's
All I really need is M's
I can stack it up three times
That's what I call MnM's
Please don't worry bout my roots
All that matter is the end
Get a touch up on your roots
While I drip down to my ends
You aint even in my bracket
You aint in my dividend
The only L's that I take, they come with the V's on em
While these bummy bitches hate, i'm on open seas on em
Taffy got em fired up, I just put the freeze on em
See ya **** steady lurking, boutta put the squeeze on him
The only L's that I take, they come with the V's on em
While these bummy bitches hate, I'm on open seas on em
Taffy got them fired up, I just put the freeze on em
See ya **** steady lurking, boutta put the squeeze on him
Written by: Aaron Michael Beltran
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