Inside Out
AMG, Suga Free, DJ Quick
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Out of sight, outta' mind Cause you haters be hating me, and I'm knowing your kind But I ain't never met a hater like you Tell me what do you see when you look at a mirror and it doesn't feel true Every time I open my eye, hatin' Every time I get fly, hatin' When I do what I do, hatin' Don't hate the player hate the game and the money he made Wait a minute y'all I could kick it thirty times and you still won't get it, hey To the break-break back-back down I microphone check a product with Black Don When she's lying on the phone Urging you to leave your home You better be careful, don't break your code now When you sticking to the script, and she's urging you to hit You better fight it, let's talk about it Yeah Inside out oh darling (oh Suga free, Wait a minute mh ah) I want to be so deep that you believe in me Inside out Oh darling, yeah I met a girl in Martinique French creole, I can't hardly speak She calling me all the time and she loving me long She can be my baby mama if I keep her strong Cause she got a booty like a birthday, happy I be all up in her dugout, nappy But on the plane right back to the USA I be thinking about the bitch and everything she say Like, do she really love me? Do she really care? One time player, full time brilliantaire Could it be the Cartier with chips Or could it be the way I cook the hips, huh Dippin' with my nigga 'Free We compensate so reflect the "P" He drives a Caddy and I drive a Bentley You want to know where I came from Your daddy sent me now I'm trying to make my money double So baby shake your ass Cause your mouth will get you in trouble And give me your "eeeh you make bean" Try me and it's all the same When she's lying on the phone Urging you to leave your home You better be careful, don't break your code now When you sticking to the script, and she's urging you to hit You better fight it, let's talk about it Well Inside out, oh darling I want to be so deep that you believe in me Inside out, oh darling yeah Oh yeah I'm a little drunk Staring at this phone bill And this is your son? That little punk Baby get down, what you get mad at? Cause we can be cool, now tell me where your cash at But I ain't try to hit, no I'm far from a trick and a nigga to argue with "And you ain't getting no "yick" and I Never seen freak that wouldn't sell and I Never want to break a fingernail and I Never want to go against the grain so I'm gonna regroup From whoop-whoop and change my game Wait a minute, let your last choice be, beezass teezas So we can win it now, y'all Sometimes (you) don't recognize game
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Written by: David Blake, Dejoun Walker
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