lirik lagu dre armany – outro
[intro: dre armany]
bylug almighty, we can’t be touched
one of a kind man
they’ll never be no n-ggas like us, man
you better believe it
[verse 1: dre armany]
fell off bounced back, fell off bounced back
got cookie in my wood that i mixed with some wax
got 20 in my pocket like a long sleeve lac
yeah, i got it for the low if i don’t know you i attacks
all white whips last year we did it all black
hit saks, f-ck up the check i get it right back
then we back in vip you can find me blowing thrax
and them k!llers watchin’ me, yeah you know they got my back n-gga
[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
sit down with your ‘this my first rollie’ -ss
better never speak on my name with your phoney -ss
askin’ do we got his own and move his homie’s bag
you can have the cash and i’ll show your nosey -ss
b-tch, we f-ck the streets up
got n-ggas f-ckin’ up they ree up
runnin’ off on they connect, tryna keep up
you see us, i ain’t just rapping n-gga
pushin’ sp-ceships through the slums laughin’ n-gga
used to borrow a car for videos, that sh-t stopped
test drove the coupe once, next day it got copped
your cd flopped, you at the p-wn shoppers
was ’bout to get the bentley but that might’ve got us all hot
[verse 3: hbk kidd]
i got me a bad b-tch and i got a side one
she got her a bad b-tch and she got a side one
clique full of hoe n-ggas where you get your mind from
[?] gon’ see that money, who he get his eyes from
when i spit it, better feel it, from the realest
some n-ggas get it and they spend it but i get it back
no love for a freak b-tch, i can’t get attached
’cause when a n-gga need a light i couldn’t get a match
so, i’m sh-ttin’ on you n-ggas and b-tches
n-ggas gossip like b-tches, most n-ggas is b-tches
i’ma pull up on your boys, have you lookin’ suspicious
like where he get his ice from and how did he get it
they lookin’ for handouts, i’m whippin’ bands out
n-gga get it in on your own and get up off your man couch
i run sh-t and they ran out, outta money
we run sh-t now they nose runnin’, n-gga
[verse 4: bmo maine]
a lotta n-ggas talk good but they don’t do sh-t
they don’t move sh-t, they don’t cruise whips
don’t blow your pro’s, f-ck around and can’t get that brick
now these lame n-ggas got me back on my old tip
kidnap your people, 50 bowls of diesel
how you feed your people, chewin’ crew we all eatin’
compare we not even, ten years we stay winnin’
bylug, this our reach i’m rich off a state switchin’
[verse 5: doughboy scooch]
pull up in the bronx if you got some bowls to sell
just like dre cd, i’m all over with it
that cookie smell so d-mn good, when you open it
we came a long way from skippin’ cl-ss and pourin robitussin
white paint the money light blue on some frozen sh-t
[?] notice it
you get what you negotiate, not what you supposed to get
n-gga you can’t show me a verse or a og zip
i had a bar when i was a kid don’t go to [?]
i’m glad [?] re-opening
motherf-ckers really think you broke because you sold some sh-t
but i know you seen my old dude, flexing like a broken wrist
bronx down bylug, they made ’cause i got plugs
my people always on so i don’t gotta buy drugs
ridin’ with your b-tch dawg, i just got the mob up
glock in my console, you better call it don’t pop up
[verse 6: doughboy roc]
all that f-ck n-gga sh-t don’t concern me
how you the richest n-gga and you drive a journey
how you a favorite trapper and you ain’t even got it n-gga
i was on my month, they told me [?]
i used to be f-cked up, i’m bout to be rich though
you already rich n-gga, but you a b-tch though
i tote pistols with ladders and sh-t
i hate to leave your brain all splattered and sh-t
you know how savages get
my name roc, i’m a bull
i get respect, n-ggas love me i got pull
i feel like f-ck n-ggas ain’t no competin’
i ain’t stretchin’, gettin’ murdered i was too busy eatin’
[verse 7: big quis]
when it comes to sh-t talkin’ i’m the motherf-ckin’ coldest
i took your b-tch to the room she bust that p-ssy open
you not a og, you went to jail for sucker strokin’
if you got a problem with it all, i’ll bust ya head open
i’m posted on the mile, jewelry worth a 100 thou’
i went to war for this chain boy, i know blade proud
we shut the whole instagram up
i know this fake -ss rappers can’t stand us
[verse 8: doughboy clay]
[?] real n-ggas
cross one in my team, guarentee chopper scream
[?] and dre, bling we got sh-t we can’t speak on
’cause that’s the story untold
under pressure, i swear to god none of my n-ggas gon’ fold
hit the club, in the club we the n-ggas that close
steady chasin’ money cause it’s stack season
in beast mode just lookin’ for a reason
this our turn we ain’t never leavin’
mob ties for real, will leave your family grievin’
they ain’t want us to be sh-t that’s just motivation
ten cars on white, back to back, hi haters
[verse 9: doughboy josh]
first off f-ck them n-ggas and them d-mn chains
that’s a piece of sh-t you should be d-mn ashamed
jay hicks ain’t nothing but another lamb’
all his ice on one godd-mn chain
all his white hogging one godd-mn lane
steady talkin’ down on n-ggas, steady stressin’ frames
bullsh-t about no buzz is you serious, cuz?
n-gga, [?] really, really serious, cuz?
“they ain’t gon’ play you on the radio”, think i give a f-ck
and we gotta be the villains cause we are winnin’
and i never back down, hold my chin up
when i see you outta ice your chin tuck
1 against 50, bet i try my luck
40 on my neck, 20 on my wrist
80 on my whip and i ain’t got sense
bylug
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