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OUTSIDAZ lyrics : "Fuck Y'All Niggaz"

(feat. Rah Digga)

[Intro: Rah Digga]

Yeah, Rah Digga once again, about to set it on ^!$$%s
Representing for all my (*##$es across the globe
Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon...


[Chorus 1: Rah Digga]
Say $#&@ y'all ^!$$%s ($#&@ y'all ^!$$%s)

Everyone of y'all ^!$$%s (Everyone of y'all ^!$$%s)
Don't trust y'all ^!$$%s (Don't trust y'all ^!$$%s)
$#&@ all y'all ^!$$%s ($#&@ all y'all ^!$$%s)


[Rah Digga]
All my (*##$es that had it up to here

We about to make changes coming in the new year
Say $#&@ y'all ^!$$%s ($#&@ y'all ^!$$%s)
Don't trust y'all ^!$$%s (Don't trust y'all ^!$$%s)

Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy $#&@ers
Trife $$# strife with all them wack baby mothers
$#&@ y'all ^!$$%s ($#&@ y'all ^!$$%s)

Everyone of y'all ^!$$%s (Everyone of y'all ^!$$%s)
Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money
Chanel money, Nike and Adidas Shell money

(*##$es 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang
Gasp! thinking you gon' put some %#@! in money
It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting

Suck a ^!$$%'s friend, tell his man like he hit it
Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well
Bunch of bum $$# ^!$$%s can't even cop hotels


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[Chorus: Young Zee]
$#&@ y'all (*##$es ($#&@ y'all (*##$es)
$#&@ all y'all (*##$es ($#&@ all y'all (*##$es)

I don't trust y'all (*##$es (Don't trust y'all (*##$es)
So $#&@ y'all (*##$es ($#&@ y'all (*##$es)


[Young Zee]
On my room ceiling, I got mad mirrors built in
So when I $#&@ you you're gon' feel like you're at the Hilton

Fake dime hoes, you give 'em Alizé
You can smell their tongues from a hundred miles away
Y'all lame Gucci (*##$es (Fake Gucci (*##$es)

Stink coochi (*##$es (Stink coochi (*##$es)
My ^!$$%s pop girls up in back of Zee's truck
But we ain't going nowhere till after we $#&@

Cause ??? we might not touch, how that sounding?
I don't give a $#&@ if a (*##$ come in growling
Tell your girls '$#&@ everyone of us'

Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust
Drop your drawers, come slop my balls
You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and I...

Let your pretty $$# run loose
And go distract the cops while your $$# go boost!


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