Outlaw

Kidd G

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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
    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'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

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    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

    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'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
    Now that ain't me

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    Composición: Beats Bailey, Tolan Shaw, Kenny Sharp, Lil Aaron, Kidd G y Mohamed Ibrahim

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