paroles de chanson OUT THE ROOF - Chase Atlantic
(Yeah)
Yeah,
ay
(ay)
I
just
popped
three
in
a
row
(popped
three
in
a
row)
Gasolinie
what
I
smoke
(what
I
smoke)
Gas
on
'E',
we
slide
the
door
(slide
the
door)
Slide
the
door
(slide
the
door)
Please
don't
try
this
shit
at
home
(shit
at
home,
shit
at
home)
We
send
souls
up
to
the
sky
(to
the
sky,
to
the
sky)
When
we
don't
wanna
talk
it
through
(talk
it
through,
talk
it
through)
See
us
then
we
take
your
life
(take
your
life,
take
your
life)
What
the
fuck
you
gonna
do?
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
I
got
50
rackies
on
me
hangin'
out
my
pants
And
I'm
hangin'
out
the
roof,
yeah
(yeah,
yeah)
I'ma
put
the
burner
on
his
ass,
make
him
dance
Michael
Jack,
bust
a
move,
yeah
(yeah,
yeah)
I'ma
scorch
every
motherfucker
in
the
game
'Cause
there's
nothing
left
to
do,
yeah
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Plus
I
got
this
vest
on
my
body
So
you
know
I'm
feelin'
bulletproof
Yeah,
we
stay
lit
(we
stay
lit)
We
fuck
bitches,
pop
on
pillies,
that
is
it,
yeah
(we
stay
lit)
Holy
moly,
holy
shit,
yeah
(holy
shit)
Me
and
all
my
people
heaven
sent,
yeah,
yup
She
just
got
her
titties
tucked,
mhm,
yup,
yup
Fillin'
up
a
double
cup
with
mud,
mm,
mhm
Yeah,
mix
it
up
(mix
it
up),
save
that
money
If
you
don't
got
none,
you're
stuck,
what
the
fuck?
Yeah
I'm
at
the
top
of
my
game,
yeah
Percies
been
killin'
my
pain,
yeah
I
like
to
hide
in
my
braids,
shit
Chopper
beam
blow
off
your
brain,
yeah
I
go
insane,
I
go
insane,
I
go
insane,
yeah
Look
at
my
flamethrower,
I'm
throwin'
flames,
yeah
(bitch)
Yeah,
50
rackies
on
me
hangin'
out
the
back
of
my
pants
While
I'm
hangin'
out
the
roof
I'ma
put
the
burner
on
his
ass,
make
him
dance
Michael
Jack,
bust
a
move,
yeah
I'ma
scorch
every
motherfucker
in
the
game
'Cause
there's
nothing
left
to
do,
yeah
Plus
I
got
this
vest
on
my
body
So
you
know
I'm
feelin'
bulletproof,
yeah
Why
waste
time
when
you
get
high
on
the
weekend?
Why
waste
time
when
you
get
high
when
you
can?
I'ma
hit
you
again
(yeah,
yeah),
wait
I
got
50
rackies
hangin'
out
of
the
back
of
my
pants
While
I'm
hangin'
out
the
roof
I'ma
put
the
burner
on
his
ass
Get
to
choppin'
if
he
don't
know
what
to
do,
yeah
I'ma
scorch
every
opposition
in
the
game
'Cause
there's
nothing
left
to
do,
yeah
Plus
I
got
this
vest
on
me,
motherfucker
Bitch,
I'm
feelin'
bulletproof
Yeah-yeah,
yeah-yeah,
yeah
Yeah-yeah,
yeah-yeah
Bitch,
I'm
bulletproof
Yeah-yeah,
yeah-yeah,
yeah-yeah
Yeah,
yeah
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