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bring it out - dj esco lyrics

dj escomoe city
super future, fire marshall, astronaut
gang with me, lbg

i got that thing in the car, i’m ’bouta bring it out
f–k what you talkin’ ’bout n-gg-, we gotta bang it out
i keep my b-tch in the house, i’m ’bouta bring her out
i got whips on whips this year, i’m ’bout to bring ’em out
i’m ’bouta bring it out, i’m ’bouta bring it out
i’m ’bouta bring it out, i’m ’bouta bring it out
i put the matte on the ‘rarri, i’m ’bouta bring it out
we don’t talk back to no cops, we just air you out

if you ain’t spread for the gang then we puttin’ you out
i got my chains inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
i got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
i put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah

whip that soda, ice like polar
double on motor on the motorola
got your main thing, took her to boa
took her to the crib, made her do yoga
i got b-tches i know that you ain’t even seen yet
hopped out the 4488 you ain’t see yet
these rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain
i’m back and forth with my hoes like a tennis game
i’m k!llin’ n-gg-s gyg, i put ’em in the he-rs-
my b-tch k!llin’ you hoes, you know she had it first
i got ’em guns i do the most, yeah i love to roast
i could’ve got the wraith, but it can’t fit my hoes
i came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key
i hit the club and valet tell me i can keep my key
i’ll shoot it out with all these n-gg-s i don’t give a f–k
i got a hundred n-gg-s with me, i don’t give a f–k

i got a thing in the car, i’m ’bouta bring it out
f–k what you talkin’ ’bout n-gg-, we gotta bang it out
i keep my b-tch in the house, i’m ’bouta bring her out
i got whips on whips this year, i’m ’bout to bring ’em out
i’m ’bouta bang it out, i’m ’bouta bang it out
i’m ’bouta bang it out, i’m ’bouta bring it out
i put the mat on the rarri, i’m ’bouta bring it out
we don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

big face rollie, still rock
air 15, leave a n-gg- hold up
got a lotta cash, still move fast
dope in the pot, spoon in the trash
i’m addicted to the pace, i’m a trap n-gg-
why you talk behind my back, you should act n-gg-
make the money come back like a lap n-gg-
treat you like you did good ’cause i clap n-gg-s
i got shooters on deck and its real fun
put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
heard you got a b-tch n-gg-, get a trill one
couple days in a month i hit a million
i done had too much to drink i done fell on her
had a threesome with my b-tch, put chanel on her
i’m still married to the game, got my ring out, yeah
long clip beat hit his b-tch, we can bang out

if you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
i got my chains inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
i got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
i put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah

- dj esco lyrics

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