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outta cage (original version) - desto dubb lyrics

[intro: lil pump]
pull your titties out, give me some inspiration (ooh)
drink a whole pint, got some education (ahh)
huh? thank you fizzle

[verse 1: lil pump]
pull my choppa out the closet, i think that he g*y (huh)
brought my guns to the party, i’m ready to play (tu, tu, tu, tu)
i don’t wanna hear it b*tch, come here give me face (come here)
ak, hk, you could die today (aye)
you let me out of jail, you let a lion out the cage (huh)
i been high for days, i been high for days
if she is not a eater, don’t let that b*tch through the gate (no way)
i’m ready to rage (uh), i put molly in the cake
godd*mn, she just sucked soul out of mе (huh)
i might bring this b*tch with me to miami beach
i’ve got tеn different hoes, in the airbnb
ooh, she got double d’s, ooh, she wanna f*ck on me

[verse 2: desto dubb]
i ain’t hear my watch and it look like a gecko
you a broke n*gga and you still rocking acro
house so big when i see it make the [?] grow
nutted on her face i ain’t know she had freckles
i just got a ticket ’cause my diamonds keep fightin’
they ran outta summer so a n*gga even whiter
a n*gga off a bean when i walk it like i’m glidin’
i don’t need diamonds and a n*gga still shining
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
you know i’m a hi*tech monster
so many dirty sprites at this point i need a sponsor
twenty*five hoes in the crib i got a roster
leanin’ so much i think this sh*t f*cked up my posture
aw sh*t i linked up with pump and desto
pistol grip pump, why the f*ck you got a vest on?
taking hits in the ‘mil for ten bands your head gone
now i’m shootin’ for the books i’m mary blesso

[verse 4: lil pump]
how you got ten cars but no license?
i just rented five hoes, i’m not wifin’
i’m a rockstar, i stay on star island
told her she can l!ck it but i told her not to bite it
desto dont stress hoes
if i tell him let go, he gon’ let go
how you flexin’ with that whip and it’s not yours?
i got a lil’ homie shoot you for some concords (brr, pow)

[verse 5: desto dubb]
this watch cost some commas
it’s mary jane block, desto dubb, no drama (nah)
rolex day, then i couldn’t bought a honda (sixty)
she got a sugar daddy and i got a baby momma
shot a wockhardt pint, you a b*tch so i’ma take it
the n*gga k*roy even let the n*gga taste it
he was short on his payment, f*ck his sister in a bas*m*nt
i was selling fake drugs in the club like i’m jamaican (bomboclaat)
[verse 6: rio da yung og]
i got a fake act pint i just made it
charge a n*gga eighty*five hundred and he paid it
whips a fake brick and sell it, hoes sell for eighty
bout to drop a glass pint of red but i won’t break it
i’m drinkin’ [?], you probably think i’m cappin’
this b*tch twelve years old this gettin’ kinda nasty
i been talking sh*t six months straight my voice kinda raspy
dope fiend my n*gga got some act and i’m finna fly to cali

[verse 7: lil pump]
gucci, louis v and christian dior (ouu)
i buy everything that you can’t afford (yeah)
baguetties on my neck, that’s why i thank the lord (i thank him)
f*ck a b*tch and pass her back
now that b*tch is yours

- desto dubb lyrics

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