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Artiste : Fijimacintosh
Titre : HIDEOUT
(Loesoe goin´ crazy)
(Sil on the beat, too)

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that´s my hideout

Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin´ paper, bitch, I´m on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul, we takin´

Woke up in the mornin´, bitches makin´ eggs and bacon
Makin´ multi-millions while you niggas makin´ statements
Makin´ love to your bitch and makin´ what you can´t make
Niggas love talkin´ shit until they cannot talk no more

I got love in the city but I cannot love a hoe
Out the country and shit with a bad lil´ model hoe
Rockin´ red like I´m Santa, red and black carbon, red bandana
Infrared beam in a red ´Rari, took the red eye from a red carbon
Fuck a red bone with a red heart, took the red pill now I´m heartless
Mr. Redd don´t give a fuck, he know that nigga came from darkness
Mr. Redd don´t give a fuck, that boy´ll turn you to a carcass
Is you actin´ tough with me? Lil´ bitch, is you retarded?
Pussies reachin´ for the top the most´ll hit the ground the hardest
She want suck my sword because she said that I´m the sharpest

I´m the dark knight, bitch, in some bright ice, bitch
This a gang, not a clique, fully loaded auto´ with that switch

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that´s my hideout
Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin´ paper, bitch, I´m on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul, we takin´

Catch a opp and turn to bacon, icey like a Laker
This a game of lemonade she tell me, "What side you gon´ pick?"
Just saw a nigga catch a pig cutting in from them
I just smoked a brand of Runtz and landed on a fuckin´ blimp (Yeah)
All these blue hundreds in my left pocket, nigga, I ain´t bangin´ crip
My youngin´ ready to catch a stain and he´ll do it anywhere
That lil´ petty shit you makin´, we´ll throw it in the air
I bought my bitch new Cha-nay-nay, she´ll fuck me anywhere (Shit, Goddamn)
My bitch boujee, look at my fingernail before I put ´em in ´em
Why the fuck this nigga mad at me? His bitch under my picture

I could really post the shit and make you mad and make you bicker
I got a bag and it´s way bigger, I´m on the X, I know they could feel it
Balenci´ boots and Rick the denim, Lord, forgive me, I know I´m a sinner
Fashion killer, codeine sipper, bitches beggin´ to take down my zipper
Pussy good, I might just tip her, yeah (It really good)
I don´t smoke no swishers, sweet, bitch, I´m rollin´ raw again
Walk around the mansion with my chopper, I won´t never panic (Ayy)

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that´s my hideout (Ayy)

Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin´ paper, bitch, I´m on the grind now (Oh, okay)
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul, we takin´