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outside - young juve lyrics

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(wodie we get down but to a certain extent all that shoe shoeing with them hoes be getting my name bent)

private sell jammed on me in the car i was p*ssed

80k on that new beamer i ain’t humble i’m lit

instagramming my piff

i chose money over p*ssy i abandon my b*tch

high voltage i be charging 400 a zip

duce duce for the midget

i’m loudien in the kitchen

bout to jugg me a n*gga

bout to slap me a rapper

i’m everywhere cuz i’m active

in the club wit my ratchet like how it shoot if it’s plastic

n*ggas working with the da we ain’t give no passes
we catch you lackin in that whip we make it flip no gymnastics

i know it’s a drought but we gone still win

how yo people still in the house that you got k!lled in?

retaliating when i’m at the second*line big chilling

riding wit no tent cause i know that sh*t hurt they feelings

40 in a 10 ain’t talking speed i’m talking glock

milly is my name cause imma rock on any block

was beefing with my homies had to put that sh*t aside

blood thicker then the water from the mud where we reside

every time i hit the weed i think about my guys

n*gga try to play wit one of them and they gone die

all about my money but i’m more about respect

pop out in the city glock 9 or a tech
outside it get ugly outside it get wet

outside we gone thug till we the only n*ggas left

outside

i just f*cked a thot hoe in the car outside

told her that i love her and she know that i lied

twenty four seven every one i get high, i’m the type that get fly just to go on drive by’s

wave to them b*tches for a second (hi)

if i wave to yo b*tch then it’s a blessing (hi)

i can’t play wit no n*gga keep a weapon (bye)

i can’t lay wit no b*tch without protection (i lied)

look

i was on staycation couldn’t leave cause i’m the backbone

the only thing that’s different ain’t no hoodie or a masked on
glock with attachments

tits and a ass lift

you can try to run and she gone spit like a mad b*tch

heard a n*gga talking out his top that imma has been

all because i had his f*cking bm in that batman

blacked out, white chuck taylors soulja rag out

cash out you can try to reach and imma flash out

was beefing with my homies had to put that sh*t aside

blood thicker then the water from the mud where we reside

every time i hit the weed i think about my guys

n*gga try to play wit one of them and they gone die

all about my money but i’m more about respect

pop out in the city glock 9 or a tech

outside it get ugly outside it get wet

outside we gone thug till we the only n*ggas left

outside

(b*tch you know how we coming man ghetto children till i d.i.e)
(play with one of them and you gone see)

- young juve lyrics

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