Out Here
Yeah yeah yeah
My love, my world
My angel, my angel
Hardly ever home
No evictions, no evictions
When I make it home
Check the ceilings, check the ceilings
I been cooking up out in L.A. out in L.A
I know what I want, there's no chasing, I been takin'
Oh my God if we were fucking and ducking, you know the routine
Oh my God if we're fucking and ducking, you know the routine
Motherfucker I'm out here, I'm out here
I'm out here, I'm out here
You know what I want, yeah
That's that feeling, that's that feeling in denial
No addiction, no addiction, think I feel in love
On the second on the seventh, she might be the one
On the second on the seventh, she might be the one
Oh my God if we were fucking and ducking, you know the routine
Oh my God if we're fucking and ducking, you know the routine
Motherfucker I'm out here, I'm out here
I'm out here, I'm out here
I'm out here in the Trump towers
I think I finally fell in love now
She hella bitchin
Niggas family
Her crib's so empty she need a center piece
She got the ivory in skinny pieces
Then she clean her face when I let her beg
She out there getting busy
Get it how you should
What's the hold up
Got no time for that
But I won't start
But I won't start
Oh my God if we were fucking and ducking, you know the routine
Oh my God if we're fucking and ducking, you know the routine
Motherfucker I'm out here, I'm out here
I'm out here, I'm out here
