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lirik lagu thiswae - outside

[intro: thiswae]
yeah
(uh huh)
this ain’t nothin’ but some ghost life sh-t
(aye)

[verse 1: thiswae]
money motivated, get it cause i know they hate it
put that on my kids n-gga, never wrote a statement
never back down from no war, i’m a soldier baby
wit my team no keeping score, we circulate the paper
ugr/ghost life no room for you haters
spend yo dollars on barber college, you still can’t fade us
f-ck anyone n-gga out here who feel like he made us
played the game like a pro, now i’m up in the majors
rest in peace to all my n-ggas who can’t see this
and free my n-ggas fighting cases, hope they beat em
my young heathens itchin looking for a reason
look around you it’s that season, n-ggas watching while you eating
remain solid, stack yo bread, and invest it wisely
keep it playa, don’t be out here with that bill cosby
mandatory check a ticket, like my n-gga mozzy
stop that and i might catch a body, for real

[chorus:thiswae]
i’ma keep this sh-t 100 ’til i’m 6-feet
if we ain’t talkin bout a dolla you can miss me
keep yo mouth closed cause this sh-t deep
stick to the code never switch seats
it’s all about the hustle all about the grind
all about that body when it come that time
is you gone get yo burner or gone run and hide
know what you sign for when you come outside

[verse 2: mozzy]
huuuh, poppin’ on this side of the field , you
ain’t related to a gangsta sh-t you prolly get
k!lled
before i graduated jr high my potna got
k!lled
went to his wake & seen his face like on
my momma it’s real, yea (huuuh)
it’s drillas in the field that let it blap often
the team will pluck you for mean muggin’
& mad d-gg-n’ , mad d-gg-n
i rode the b-tch for a season , but sh-t i’m
back ballin’, back ballin
& these hookers keep callin like i owe ’em
somethin’, h-llo
my cougar b-tch is 30 somethin’ on her
way to 50
her fendi purse is full of plenty ’til i leave
it empty, i leave it empty
i can’t remember the last time a b-tch
kissed me i don’t f-ck around i got a
gram & let her buss it down
i’m comin’ down off these uppers i’m
finna pop a downer
these n-ggas gossip like boppas so
i don’t talk around ’em
it’s a cheap conversation if you ain’t
talkin’ thousands
it’s all chedda though lets talk about it
, sh-t

[chorus:thiswae]
i’ma keep this sh-t 100 ’til i’m 6-feet
if we ain’t bout a dolla you can miss me
keep yo mouth closed cause this sh-t deep
stick to the code never switch seats
it’s all about the hustle all about the grind
all about that body when it come that time
is you gone get yo burner or gone run and hide
know what you sign for when you come outside

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