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"I'm Out Here"
[feat. Juan]

Look, you got some lil' niggas in the car (in the car)
Y'all should have a lil' nigga seminar
Look, I got some real niggas in the car
We 'bout to have a real nigga seminar

[Verse 1: Dusty McFly]
Look, you sleepin' get some NoDoz
Hit the set in cash, heavy bands, neph, I blow pros
Bitches taking photos of the Panamera 4-door
Yeah I'm flexin' wine, shit, but today is mine, bitch
Look, I'm Red Wing everything
(Man, I love that Red Wings chain)
Heavy thing
I can't believe I done fed niggas
And they done turned around
And was some Fed niggas

If it ain't about the profit, get the fuck on
If your bag ain't exotic, get the fuck on
If you ain't eatin' Benihanas, get the fuck on
Back the fuck back, lil' nigga, before I bust chrome
I'm out here [x17]

[Verse 2: Dusty McFly]
Damn, what you on my dick for? My nigga
That's what I got your bitch for
Pull up to the club, ask that bitch what it's hittin' for
Then I flex through
Looking like a walking lick though
I'm from Brightmo', I say Brightmo'
And my ice glow, lookin' like a light show
Fleez, what's your ticket?
You don't wanna know the price, bro
Ask Jose I love Cinco, de Mayo
Got your resume
I pulled your resume
Wouldn't know what to do if I gave you a brick of llel'
Boy, why you on that bitch shit
You the type of nigga probably run and tell my bitch shit


[Verse 3: Juan]
That nigga got red
This jack in the frame
It's like the chicken had eggs (whatchu mean?)
That's how you triple that shit
Taxin' out of town niggas how I really got rich
Boy, I ain't trippin' off no wrist work
Just give me a strainer
A mallet and a car, watch me ballin' like a Laker
Purps in that yellow but a pro, that's what I shop with
If you ain't got a dog, lil' fella you ain't poppin'
You ain't there yet, I can tell by your jewelry
I just play sweats, white T, flexin' two or three
Benzes, two or three, Bourbons
Nine or ten, choppers 'cause fools make me
Nervous, asking all these stupid-ass questions like
Why weren't you droppin', dawg?
Heard you got indicted, heard you caught another body part
Dawg you know I caught it, but I threw it back
Told the judge I'm at war
All that cash he cool with that, nigga


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