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outie like saudi - king tu lyrics

(chorus)
aye, tell yo b-tch to get up in the whip and now we outie aye
gave me tip and that sh-t was just bomb like it was saudi uh
hit a l1ck and roll another one like it was loudy aye
bump my sh-t up in your crib, you know that we about it aye

(verse 1)
roll another one uh
know that sh-t’s gone where we come from uh
blown from the trick’s mom, got a loaded pump
oh sh-t now all of my kids gone, oh f-ck
all on her t-ts dogs, oh man
b-tch gon’ flip out on me
but we gon’ dig out on her ‘fore she finds out
homies saying i did a good job, oh yea
but we gon’ keep it lowkey
blowing og in the ’04 ford
with the 4 doors up man we keep it so dope
everybody knows me like king tu goat
just dropped 3 songs everybody want more
lived up in the streets just tryna sell hope
y’all tryna sell dope nah f-ck that sh-t
y’all set us back like nah f-ck that b-tch
i’m the comeback kid
you don’t know where i stay
you don’t know where i’ve been
you don’t know how to bang
you ain’t heard bout the kid?
f-ck’s wrong with your brain dang
aye been chasing paper since the 5th grade
if the sh-t bang then let it play aye aye
what’s wrong with the mixtape?
just wait till that sh-t’s f-cking grade a

(chorus)
tell yo b-tch to get up in the whip and now we outie aye
gave me tip and that sh-t was just bomb like it was saudi uh
hit a l1ck and roll another one like it was loudy aye
bump my sh-t up in your crib, you know that we about it aye

(verse 2)
finna put it on for my hometown
ready to go now
oh wow, flow is so cal
oh god i now found my own sound
got these b-tches going so wild
oh my goodness look at how i got it
i’ve been going auto pilot, way i’ve been shinin
make a bili then i’m buying all these f-cking islands
f-ck it i’ma cop it, i’ve been dreaming about these diamonds
i’ve been running short on time
i’ve been going columbine
k!lling rappers one at a time
i’d be lying if i said i wouldn’t mind getting head from a dime or my ex, hol’ up sike f-ck that b-tch
i’d rather die, then be her next aye

(verse 3)
once i got it i ain’t ever p-ssing it
b-tches on their knees like kaepernick
hol’ up wait a minute i ain’t mad at them
i pack the pen, you acting up
i’m back again, with a bag of some huhh
i ain’t p-ssing this
i body tracks leave em disastrous, like nazareth i mastered this uh
chasing dollar bills, ye tell me how it feels
they popping pills, ye xans and percs
ye what’s the perk if you live with your mama still
chasing dollar bills, ye tell me how it feels to be the man
you’ll never land like peter pan
i feed the fam like hundred mills

- king tu lyrics

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