I like the city roads
Late night with Mary callin'
Take her to studios
In my lil' baggy pocket
The sun is hard to love
Cause I've been stayin' inside
I wanna explore the world
I wanna live up the high
Smarter than you could give a nigga any credit for
Condiments, spraying on yo bitch before she's headed out
Broker than itty bitty city's in the Senegal
I'm harder than my dick up in yo momma when she get involved
Rocker bitches want my swag too
They getting tired of Y2K
My posters is hard,I won't pass to you
I'm a little flagrant but y'all just gay
Yeah bitch, uh huh
Get out the city life problems
These bitches know Vic but don't want him
These niggas want issues, I got em
Militant interest, talking shit, internet
Brand new Mercedes and no I'm not whipping it
Callin yo bluff cus James prolly go crack ya shit
Yo girl can come hit me cus Vic X a masochist
Feelin' like summer is great huh
Eyes on yo shit cus I know where you stay
This city is mini and I wanna trade
This city is sucky and Vic 10 a stray
Bitch don't talk on me huh
Bitch don't talk on me
Bitch don't talk on me huh
Bitch don't talk on me huh
I'm under they nose like I'm coke at a Combs party
You wouldn't know if I slid through to yo party
I only came to OD on yo bardi
I hurt yo feelings like bitches in yo yardie
Bitch ass nigga don't know me none
You forcing bitches like Obi Wan
I bet you talk if you seen this gun like
Ay ay chill on me son!
Walkin' with my Nina
And a 2 liter
Turn you to a cheater
Shawty laced your reefer
Skin jus like farina
She turn me to an eater
Bob cut bitches like Bieber
That ass been measured in meters
We drove over the building watch it blow
I'll take a whole nother journey
On the road
Just to see all my brothers and my ho
I'm in a whole new building by the end of the night
I think about you when I'm ready to die
The sun is setting with a whole lot of lights
I'll take this cup to my soul for the night
And make sure we got a ride home
I like the city roads
The sun is hard to love
Yea Pussy (feat. Khaimera & Vicxclamation) Video (MV)
Performed By: Outer Worlds
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: James Martin, Victor Eyssallenne
Outer Worlds - Yea Pussy (feat. Khaimera & Vicxclamation) Lyrics
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I like the city roads
Late night with Mary callin'
Take her to studios
In my lil' baggy pocket
The sun is hard to love
Cause I've been stayin' inside
I wanna explore the world
I wanna live up the high
Smarter than you could give a nigga any credit for
Condiments, spraying on yo bitch before she's headed out
Broker than itty bitty city's in the Senegal
I'm harder than my dick up in yo momma when she get involved
Rocker bitches want my swag too
They getting tired of Y2K
My posters is hard,I won't pass to you
I'm a little flagrant but y'all just gay
Yeah bitch, uh huh
Get out the city life problems
These bitches know Vic but don't want him
These niggas want issues, I got em
Militant interest, talking shit, internet
Brand new Mercedes and no I'm not whipping it
Callin yo bluff cus James prolly go crack ya shit
Yo girl can come hit me cus Vic X a masochist
Feelin' like summer is great huh
Eyes on yo shit cus I know where you stay
This city is mini and I wanna trade
This city is sucky and Vic 10 a stray
Bitch don't talk on me huh
Bitch don't talk on me
Bitch don't talk on me huh
Bitch don't talk on me huh
I'm under they nose like I'm coke at a Combs party
You wouldn't know if I slid through to yo party
I only came to OD on yo bardi
I hurt yo feelings like bitches in yo yardie
Bitch ass nigga don't know me none
You forcing bitches like Obi Wan
I bet you talk if you seen this gun like
Ay ay chill on me son!
Walkin' with my Nina
And a 2 liter
Turn you to a cheater
Shawty laced your reefer
Skin jus like farina
She turn me to an eater
Bob cut bitches like Bieber
That ass been measured in meters
We drove over the building watch it blow
I'll take a whole nother journey
On the road
Just to see all my brothers and my ho
I'm in a whole new building by the end of the night
I think about you when I'm ready to die
The sun is setting with a whole lot of lights
I'll take this cup to my soul for the night
And make sure we got a ride home
I like the city roads
The sun is hard to love
Late night with Mary callin'
Take her to studios
In my lil' baggy pocket
The sun is hard to love
Cause I've been stayin' inside
I wanna explore the world
I wanna live up the high
Smarter than you could give a nigga any credit for
Condiments, spraying on yo bitch before she's headed out
Broker than itty bitty city's in the Senegal
I'm harder than my dick up in yo momma when she get involved
Rocker bitches want my swag too
They getting tired of Y2K
My posters is hard,I won't pass to you
I'm a little flagrant but y'all just gay
Yeah bitch, uh huh
Get out the city life problems
These bitches know Vic but don't want him
These niggas want issues, I got em
Militant interest, talking shit, internet
Brand new Mercedes and no I'm not whipping it
Callin yo bluff cus James prolly go crack ya shit
Yo girl can come hit me cus Vic X a masochist
Feelin' like summer is great huh
Eyes on yo shit cus I know where you stay
This city is mini and I wanna trade
This city is sucky and Vic 10 a stray
Bitch don't talk on me huh
Bitch don't talk on me
Bitch don't talk on me huh
Bitch don't talk on me huh
I'm under they nose like I'm coke at a Combs party
You wouldn't know if I slid through to yo party
I only came to OD on yo bardi
I hurt yo feelings like bitches in yo yardie
Bitch ass nigga don't know me none
You forcing bitches like Obi Wan
I bet you talk if you seen this gun like
Ay ay chill on me son!
Walkin' with my Nina
And a 2 liter
Turn you to a cheater
Shawty laced your reefer
Skin jus like farina
She turn me to an eater
Bob cut bitches like Bieber
That ass been measured in meters
We drove over the building watch it blow
I'll take a whole nother journey
On the road
Just to see all my brothers and my ho
I'm in a whole new building by the end of the night
I think about you when I'm ready to die
The sun is setting with a whole lot of lights
I'll take this cup to my soul for the night
And make sure we got a ride home
I like the city roads
The sun is hard to love
Writer: James Martin, Victor Eyssallenne
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