Kidd G - Outlaw (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kidd G - Outlaw (en) Lyrics
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That's crazy, you go from seeing
the crowds of kids, too
Mama, I'm sorry, I'm an outlaw
I love to pop my shit
and drink alcohol
Daddy didn't raise me
to be a family man
So now I'm out here shooting shots
like I don't give a damn
I pop shit, I drop shit,
no second guess
Beezy raised me up on Glocks,
I don't do Smith and Wessons
I'm a country boy, but I'm
at the corner store
With a thirty-round clip
tucked in my waist
My flannel–I won't let it show
Just saw the bottom of some Hennessy
Got whiskey friends asking
what the hell got into me
But I was on the 808s–I was 17
What the fuck you mean?
Back in the 305, surrounded by Dracos
and rappers sipping lean
Lean, lean
I didn't really mean, mean, mean
To 'cause a big scene
I'm a spitting image of my Uncle Lance
Y'all don't know him–I don't expect
for y'all to understand
I'm turning into the problem
they made me out to be
I try my best to be the guy
that they wanted me to be
No, that ain't me
Those lovey songs–that shit
gets me pissed off
Why the fuck you smiling for? She's
probably cheating, homie
I dissed what's-her-name when I found
out she was cheating on me
She would grab that–her best friend
got jet lag at my BnB
Hope you happy, baby, You got
everything you asked for
You the one who crossed the line
So tell me what the fuck you mad for
This a R-O-L-E-S–no, bitch,
this ain't no Michael Kors
This the type of shit, shit that
he wake up and bust his ass for
Could've had the fine things,
diamond rings
But now it's just me, myself,
and these diamond chains
Mama told me, Pick these women,
even if they were wrong
I tried my best with all my chest
to say I'd make a song
Now that ain't me
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