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GuiltyGil - Out Of Shape Lyrics



GuiltyGil - Out Of Shape Lyrics
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[ Featuring Bodanz ]

I been workin' hard, pockets outta shape
I got people that I call family but they can't relate
Good money, bad bitches, no I can't complain
Got a cold heart, I can sell this shit to Johnny Dane
Drinkin' all this liquor, I might drown, goin' overboard
Cash rule everything around me, I be wantin' more
Niggas talkin' like it's up, leave him on the floor
Rule number one is get to it, what you waitin' for
If it's gettin' hard to keep up with us, just say that
And if you can't see us winnin', nigga, use your eyes
If the bitch was never mindin' then I don't never mind her
If he wanna get blended, put him in a grinder
I go Steve Nash about a play, I piece it together
How is that yo' bitch if she say Bodanz doin' it better
That pussy sponsored by Nike, could do it whenever
I need that one car that come with that one umbrella
Man, never lackin' head on the swivel when I go to the store
Nigga, this ain't Ding Dong Ditch, but we at your door
I understand that's yo' wifey, that's my lil' whore
I only hit her up late nights when I get bored
When the ism get in her ear, she can't ignore it
The homie crashed out on prom night, cause he had to floor it
She outside with the lifers, actin' horny
She says she only hang around with us, cause her nigga corny
Haha
She like a nigga with a different approach
This nigga talkin' high tech, nigga, roll up them roaches
This nigga bent out of shape, get yo program focused
Nigga talkin' crazy, now he wonderin' where his nose is
Blowin' up her phone, tryna figure out where his hoe is
I'm recordin' on the Arli, she tellin' you she in showbiz
I ain't one to judge but my nigga, you ain't got no fits
You don't even got no J's like that, nigga, I know you ain't got no Ricks
Even when I take my fit off, I got that shit on
Give her five minutes, she ain't throwin' neck, I'm finna get on
I'ma dog her out, call her friend just to get that bone
Like she ain't doin' nothin' right, so this ain't nothin' wrong
Her and her friend could grab the mic and they could sing along
We at her momma house, the music playin', the TV on
Soon as a nigga bustin' up, then I'm gettin' on
I'll hit you up when it's time, don't call my phone
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English

I been workin' hard, pockets outta shape
I got people that I call family but they can't relate
Good money, bad bitches, no I can't complain
Got a cold heart, I can sell this shit to Johnny Dane
Drinkin' all this liquor, I might drown, goin' overboard
Cash rule everything around me, I be wantin' more
Niggas talkin' like it's up, leave him on the floor
Rule number one is get to it, what you waitin' for
If it's gettin' hard to keep up with us, just say that
And if you can't see us winnin', nigga, use your eyes
If the bitch was never mindin' then I don't never mind her
If he wanna get blended, put him in a grinder
I go Steve Nash about a play, I piece it together
How is that yo' bitch if she say Bodanz doin' it better
That pussy sponsored by Nike, could do it whenever
I need that one car that come with that one umbrella
Man, never lackin' head on the swivel when I go to the store
Nigga, this ain't Ding Dong Ditch, but we at your door
I understand that's yo' wifey, that's my lil' whore
I only hit her up late nights when I get bored
When the ism get in her ear, she can't ignore it
The homie crashed out on prom night, cause he had to floor it
She outside with the lifers, actin' horny
She says she only hang around with us, cause her nigga corny
Haha
She like a nigga with a different approach
This nigga talkin' high tech, nigga, roll up them roaches
This nigga bent out of shape, get yo program focused
Nigga talkin' crazy, now he wonderin' where his nose is
Blowin' up her phone, tryna figure out where his hoe is
I'm recordin' on the Arli, she tellin' you she in showbiz
I ain't one to judge but my nigga, you ain't got no fits
You don't even got no J's like that, nigga, I know you ain't got no Ricks
Even when I take my fit off, I got that shit on
Give her five minutes, she ain't throwin' neck, I'm finna get on
I'ma dog her out, call her friend just to get that bone
Like she ain't doin' nothin' right, so this ain't nothin' wrong
Her and her friend could grab the mic and they could sing along
We at her momma house, the music playin', the TV on
Soon as a nigga bustin' up, then I'm gettin' on
I'll hit you up when it's time, don't call my phone
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Writer: Stephen Carr, Gilbert Cassanova
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: GuiltyGil
Featuring: Bodanz
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Stephen Carr, Gilbert Cassanova
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