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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Song: | I'm Out (feat. Nicki Minaj) |
Album: | | Genres: | Charts |
Year: | 2013 |
Length: | 239 sec |
Lyrics:
Ladies, this your song, so as soon as this come on You should get out on the floor, go and get your sexy on If you know that you better than the new girl that he on Go 'head and tell him now, 'You gon' miss me when I'm gone' Ay-yo, CiCi Let me show you how to do a singin' bitch, greasy You was by Lenox, yeah the one on Peachtree I was with Dimitri, seen you on your Love & Hip Hop Mendeecees Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck these petty niggas is a bitch motto I-If I say it on wax, every bitch follow I-If I'm sippin' in the club Mix Moscato I-I got a big fat ass, big dicks follow Hit 'em-hit 'em-hit 'em-hit 'em with the back shots, hit 'em with the ass shots Took 'em to the bank then I hit 'em with the cash drops I do it big, I hit 'em with the caps lock I'm gonna ball, I hit 'em with the mascot No, I never been there, but I like to Bangkok Big fat titties when they hangin' out my tank top Huh? You gon' play me? On Instagram nigga tryin' to shade me But your bitch at home tryin' to play me I'm Nicki M. Weezy F, baby Man, fuck you and your lady Gun butt you, 'cause you shady Now which bitch want it? 'Cause that bitch get it I gave him to you, bitch, don't fuckin' forget it I just went through a break up (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) But it's OK, I got my cake up (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) Do my hair, put on some makeup (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) Trying to see where tonight gon' take us (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) I post some pics up lookin' sexy (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) Now this nigga wanna text me (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) How much you wan' bet me? (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) He gon' regret the day he left me (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) We celebratin' our breakin' up, oh whoa Bartender, go 'head and pour me a little more Tonight we gon' have us a good time Let's have a toast to our goodbyes, ooh Ladies, this your song, so as soon as this come on You should get out on the floor, go and get your sexy on If you know that you better than the new girl that he on Go 'head and tell him now, 'You gon' miss me when I'm gone' (I'm out) I'm out (M-m-m-miss me when I'm gone) I'm out I'm out Now tell me, do my ladies run this? (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) Not even Hammer can touch this (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) We standin' up on all the couches (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) Tomorrow you gon' hear about this (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) This is what you hearin' through your speakers (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) That's why we dancin' til our feet hurt (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) See I found out he was my problem (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah) Tonight I came out here to solve him (Ooh yeah-yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) We celebratin' our breakin' up, oh whoa Bartender, go 'head and pour me a little more Tonight we gon' have us a good time Let's have a toast to our goodbyes, ooh Ladies, this your song, so as soon as this come on You should get out on the floor, go and get your sexy on If you know that you better than the new girl that he on Go 'head and tell him now, 'You gon' miss me when I'm gone' (I'm out) The way I put it on you got you goin' trippy, trippy You wanna come back for it, wishin' you could get it, get it No-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh, ohh No-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh, ohh I got you hot, make you stop when you see me, see me You got your hand out, talking 'bout, gimme, gimme No-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh, ohh No-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh, ohh Ladies, this your song, so as soon as this come on Say 'fuck these petty niggas' if these niggas did you wrong If he got a new bitch, then tell that bitch meet you outside And pop her like a molly till them bitches recognize Grinnin' (I'm out) I'm winnin' - the end and the beginnin' I send them on an errand then I son 'em like my children You couldn't get a fan if it was hangin' from the ceiling (I'm out)
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