Out Of Center
Dave East, Tory Lanez
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Uh, what's the definition of real? You either real or you ain't No in-between Line 'em up cousin What's the definition of real? I still enter the field These pills give me the chills Tory push the foreign The first shit I rode in was stolen These bitches get boring Rarely catch me wearing Ralph Lauren More into Giuseppe Not a word you niggas could tell me My critics can suck a dick Talk to niggas in prison daily Trap pass the red These presidents I got are actually dead Clientele don't match the consignment just give me half instead Naturally pimp shit Seat's massaging me in the Rover, knocking piff shit You bloggin' like Bizkit Foreign senses violate us they call forensics That felony stopped my Canada paper not to mention Toronto love me Eritrean girls call me hubby I'm tryna learn their language my niggas tell me I'm lucky Give no reply to strangers, I fall asleep out the country My phone was filled with custees Trust me, the ghetto love me I light the Swisher like I light the picture The burner's talking like Tina Turner when Ike is with her I might get with her or I might just get her and hit it, Flip extension out her wig and split a pitchin' out the center, uh We duck polices, book apartments, f*ck up leases Keep a .40 on me tucked You need a one way up to Jesus nigga I'm sick of this sickle cell in your melanin A nigga well, but who tellin' my bitch is chillin' do Ellen on TV Sunday, sunday beach and brunch They keep it easy, even numbers on my scoreboard Four whores in my three and even more I'm hardly beefin', I'm vegan more when I'm eatin' Even score for sure I'm keepin' Keep a .4 between the seats 'Cause she the sweetest Puerto-Rican Creepin' freakin' for sure we creepin' Keep it on the low She know my BM in my DM, uh Hook my nigga Dave up with a freak from out the eastside Says he only f*ck with Harlem niggas flying G5s That's real baby but my dawg is here, baby It's all clear like when money's all there, baby I'm good, yeah tire poppin', I'm all year, baby I go and hit the mall and they like oh hell, baby It's the kid The ocean shore with a pool reach Bitches got me feelin' like I'm LL Cool East Nextell cells, they posted bail after two weeks (Dayum) Toast out in Greece, I backed it out on a new beach (Backed it out) Can't ride with me homie, the coupe got two seats (Can't ride) Horsepower, step on the gas, you hit a coupe speed (Vroom) KG, just had a daughter, I love my new niece On Kairi, couple months apart, my life a movie Glock grippin', hold a ladder and kick like Bruce Lee When we eat, dine-in expensive, don't get no food cheap (Never) Who is he? Young rich nigga, I just abuse beef Shawty came with Tory Lanez, she never knew East (Never) Tor shawty had to It had to came with you cuzo, I ain't never seen that bitch in my life And she from Canada, nah I ain't see her in Harlem ever (Aha) F*ck it though We can f*ck her though Laid back in the bungalow, oh I got the motherload In the hood, I'm so comfortable Eastside Girl, I pray for that woman I'm so on her, I'm on her I'm so on it, I'm on it Girl hop in it and get on it Gin and my tonic yeah Ohh, yeah, yeah Yeahh, ohh, yeahh
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