Correction Paroles Outlaws par Chris Webby

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They know my name around, yeah
We that gang in town, yeah
We public enemy number one
You know that danger's 'round
No need to break it down, yeah
Your only option left is to run

We some motherf**kin' outlaws, yeah
Fresh off the wanted poster, little b*t*h
We some motherf**kin' outlaws
Yippie Ki Yi Yay, don't play, you don't wanna try this
We some motherf**kin' outlaws
Kick in saloon doors with a six-shooter on the hip
We some motherf**kin' outlaws
It's a god damn stick up, and trust we gon' leave here rich

Give me everything you got
Your hat, your shoes, your wallet, your watch
Taking over and honestly I don't know how to be stopped, yo
And I got six shots
The coldest out most definitely and I'm surrounded by outlaws
We come from the future where I've been ducking these downfalls
But peace to the gods that don't dodge dialogue
This six shooter's gotten this far so I'ma let it speak for me
Talk to me and it's still installed
They know my name 'round, I ran in the bank like "Lay down"
Difference between me and you is dangerous my playground
Who wanna try to be a hero today?
Bob said "All law is illegal" and it got me feeling some way
This a god damn stick up, b*t*h
Grab some cash from the back
You know what to fill the bags up with
Public enemy number one, but in the future, they broadcast everything dumb
They can't show it

They know my name around, yeah
We that gang in town, yeah
We public enemy number one
You know that danger's 'round
No need to break it down, yeah
Your only option left is to run
We some motherf**kin' outlaws, yeah
Fresh off the wanted poster, little b*t*h
We some motherf**kin' outlaws
Yippie Ki Yi Yay, don't play, you don't wanna try this
We some motherf**kin' outlaws
Kick in saloon doors with a six-shooter on the hip
We some motherf**kin' outlaws
It's a god damn stick up, and trust we gon' leave here rich

I bust through the door with my allies
With two guns so don't end up on my bad side
Y'all don't know who y'all f**kin' with
'Cause we gon' chase them crazy bald heads
Right out of this town, get found and they all dead
I'm out of my mind, down the slide like bobsleds
Running from me, you better be using God's legs
Pardon me, I'm just supplying this written history
Measured by the size of the standing army that's defending me
Disrespect me, you can meet the same fate
If it's time to go to war I got them roofies bug traced
Test your luck and run into an unlucky runway
I heard a rock and a hard place is just a Monday (Aw damn)
Bounty on my head, hefty little cash prize
Leaving here with everything 'cause this could be my last ride
Must've took a wrong turn, it's confirmed
When I'm gone the whole world will burn
They know my name around, yeah
We that gang in town, yeah
We public enemy number one
You know that danger's 'round
No need to break it down, yeah
Your only option left is to run

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