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Letra de la Canción "Outta Here (feat. French Montana)" de Trippie Redd | BooMusica 2025

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Outta Here (feat. French Montana)

Trippie Redd

You know what it is
You hear that? Huh?
Trippie
Bitch, we out here
Yeah

Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I'm outta here (haan)
Pour a four or five of the lean, now I'm outta here (haan)
Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I'm outta here (haan)
Put a bad bitch in Celine, now she outta here (haan)
Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here (haan)
If she ain't for the whole team, get her outta here (haan)
I won't tuck tail (tail), G shit for real (real)
Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail

I give her hell, huh, then I get Chanel, huh
Hit her with that wand, huh, now she under my spell, huh
Feel like James Bond, No. 9 for my smell
And my big slime, RSG, got clientele
Mansion in the dark, I'ma park and make a film
Fuck her from the back, aw shit, I'm really him
I don't fuck with niggas, bitch, yeah, I feel like Zim
I don't fuck with niggas, shit, that's because I'm him

Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I'm outta here
Pour a four or five of the lean, now I'm outta here
Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I'm outta here
Put a bad bitch in Celine, now she outta here
Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here
If she ain't for the whole team, get her outta here
I won't tuck tail, huh, G shit for real, uh
Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail

(Montana)
Trappin', you could tell, hit me on the cell (ring)
Rollin' like I lost a case, bitch, I'm on the pill (ayy)
G shit for real, Coke Boy for real
Young boy trappin', made a mansion off a scale
Young boy on the drill, coach him like I'm Phil (fah-fah)
Got the block on fire like them cribs up in the Hills (woo)
What she thought? Threw a eighth up in the twenty, now she outta here
Sellin' snow, Perkies, pink, mushrooms, gummies, bitch, we outta here (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fucked the bitch, I take half, told her come and get a stop (woo)
Fill her belly with that stuff, get her titties, tummy tucked
You can find me in the cut, that rap money ain't enough (woo)
Blew a hundred like it's nothin', 'nother twenty in the duffle, huh?

Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I'm outta here
Pour a four or five of the lean, now I'm outta here
Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I'm outta here
Put a bad bitch in Celine, now she outta here
Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here
If she ain't for the whole team, get her outta here
I won't tuck tail, huh, G shit for real, uh
Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail

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