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Outta Cage (Original Version)
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Lil Pump
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Pull your titties out, give me some inspiration (ooh) Drink a whole pint, got some education (ahh) Huh? Thank You Fizzle Pull my choppa out the closet, I think that he gay (huh) Brought my guns to the party, I’m ready to play (tu, tu, tu, tu) I don’t wanna hear it b*t*h, come here give me face (come here) AK, HK, you could die today (aye) You let me out of jail, you let a lion out the cage (huh) I been high for days, I been high for days If she is not a eater, don’t let that b*t*h through the gate (no way) I’m ready to rage (uh), I put molly in the cake Goddamn, she just sucked soul out of mе (huh) I might bring this b*t*h with me to Miami beach I've got tеn different hoes, in the Airbnb Ooh, she got double D’s, ooh, she wanna f**k on me I ain't hear my watch and it look like a gecko You a broke n***a and you still rocking acro House so big when I see it make the [?] grow Nutted on her face I ain't know she had freckles I just got a ticket 'cause my diamonds keep fightin' They ran outta summer so a n***a even whiter A n***a off a bean when I walk it like I'm glidin' I don't need diamonds and a n***a still shining You know I'm a Hi-tech monster So many dirty Sprites at this point I need a sponsor Twenty-five hoes in the crib I got a roster Leanin' so much I think this sh*t f**ked up my posture Aw sh*t I linked up with Pump and Desto Pistol grip pump, why the f**k you got a vest on? Taking hits in the 'mil for ten bands your head gone Now I'm shootin' for the books I'm Mary Blesso How you got ten cars but no license? I just rented five hoes, I'm not wifin' I'm a rockstar, I stay on star island Told her she can lick it but I told her not to bite it Desto dont stress hoes If I tell him let go, he gon' let go How you flexin' with that whip and it's not yours? I got a lil' homie shoot you for some concords (Brr, pow) This watch cost some commas It's Mary Jane block, Desto Dubb, no drama (Nah) Rolex day, then I couldn't bought a Honda (Sixty) She got a sugar daddy and I got a baby momma Shot a Wockhardt pint, you a b*t*h so I'ma take it The n***a k-roy even let the n***a taste it He was short on his payment, f**k his sister in a basement I was selling fake drugs in the club like I'm Jamaican (bomboclaat) I got a fake act pint I just made it Charge a n***a eighty-five hundred and he paid it Whips a fake brick and sell it, hoes sell for eighty Bout to drop a glass pint of red but I won't break it I'm drinkin' [?], you probably think I'm cappin' This b*t*h twelve years old this gettin' kinda nasty I been talking sh*t six months straight my voice kinda raspy Dope fiend my n***a got some act and I'm finna fly to Cali Gucci, Louis V and Christian Dior (ouu) I buy everything that you can't afford (yeah) Baguetties on my neck, that's why I thank the lord (I thank him) f**k a b*t*h and pass her back Now that b*t*h is yours
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