Come Outside

Come outside, ho (I'm outside), come outside (come outside)
Come outside, ho (I'm outside), come outside (come outside)
Come outside, ho (I'm outside), come outside (come outside)
Come outside, ho (I'm outside), come outside (come outside)
Come outside (bitch)

All of my bitches gon' ride (yeah)
Steppin' on bitches like, uh, push a lil' nigga to the side
Standin' on couch in the club, bottles come out in a line (ayy, ayy)
All of my bitches is dimes (dimes, dimes), we don't got the time
Nigga, you doin' too much

Fuckin' with big spenders, it's ballin' like game time (keep ballin')
Keep me a rich nigga, not even on my main line (hello?)
Give me this, give me that (uh) when I send him the ring size (yeah)
Hoes askin' where I'm at
Tell that bitch that I'm outside (huh, yeah, what's up ho?)
Top two, and I'm not two (nope)
Bum bitch, I am not you
I'm hot shit, trending topic (yeah)
I'm y'all weak bitches gossip (shit)
I'm two clutch, I can not miss (what else?)

I drop hits and I pop shit
I blocked him 'cause he toxic (why)
He play with bitches, I am not it
Levels to this, I'm a different student on a pedestal
That's what you not bitch
Play my positions so my money different
New electric Porsche with the box shift (skrrt)
Better get your mans, have him understand
I'm the one, nigga, top ten (ayy)
Walk shit and I talk shit (walk shit), only one, not an option

Come outside, ho (I'm outside), come outside (come outside)
Come outside, ho (I'm outside), come outside (come outside)
Come outside, ho (I'm outside), come outside (come outside)
Come outside, ho (I'm outside), come outside (come outside)
Come outside (bitch)

All of my bitches gon' ride (yeah)
Steppin' on bitches like, uh, push a lil' nigga to the side
Standin' on couch in the club, bottles come out in a line (ayy, ayy)
All of my bitches is dimes (dimes, dimes), we don't got the time
Nigga, you doin' too much

Yeah, you was doin' all that shit talkin', bitch, what's up?
Come outside, ho
Why all you punk ass bitches have to
Have all that motherfuckin' shit to say
Bitch, speak with your motherfuckin' chest
I don't see you
We been waitin' outside, bitch
It's gettin' dark, ho, what's up?
Come outside, bitch

It's Flo Milli shit



Credits
Writer(s): Tamia Monique Carter, Korey B. Roberson, Russell Ramell Wright, Randy Reid Jr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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