Out Here Lyrics - Tell Ya Friends - Chip Tha Ripper

Chip, Lex Luger, My nigga i'm out here, F*ck with me 

[Verse 1] 

Makin' these moves trynna get this bread 

Before i lose, Bi*ch im at your head 

Take a nap bi*tch, right up off your neck 

Y'all niggas don't play round were im at 

Nigga i'm from Cleveland, heartless killers 

everyone strapped nigga mind yo business 

Niggas come through and ain't leavin no witness 

don't get set up by these grimy ass bitches 

don't nobody really know where chip is 

until i pull up in something ridiculous 

Ridin' on 4s, we ain't hittin' no switches 

these ain't out yet, you can't get this 

Bout' to put them new school in them 6s 

Sitting up high like a Mack truck 

Got that hammer on me 

Hoe ass nigga better back up 

I'm out here, fresh as f*ck 

with the 40 cal. tucked, nigga f*ck yo luck 

Now i'm gon' drive and she gon' shoot 

Her aim is tight so you niggas better duck 

And we laughing all the way to bank, cause shit is funny 

Cop a crib and decorate that bitch, with real money 

She intrigued by them whips 

That lexus, that benz, gave her reason to get 

Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing d*ck 

That's my type of chick, I ain't gotta plead with this bitch 

She ain't on that none of that corny ass shit 

Nigga we're living this shit for real 

Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill 

I ain't showin' no love, I ain't cuttin' no deals 

Get out my face, when you see a nigga, chill 

When you come to the show, put your hands up high 

We up in this, so we extra fire 

They call me the truth, cause a nigga no lie 

Hold up two up when a nigga ride by 

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{Hook} x2 

Nigga i'm out here 

We gettin it shining 

You sick of it 

I'm out here f*ck with me on the freeway, buck 50 

I'm out here i'm dolo, got bread now 

Aint no hoe, i'm out here. 

Nigga i'm out here, nigga i'm out here 

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[Verse 2] 

Hey boo don't do what i do 

Bitch do what i say do, OK boo? 

Dont' try to play me and i wont' play you 

You rollin' buck-50 on the freeway 

6-50? no roof, me n' my bitch smokin' 

DVD watchin' "Coming to America", floatin 

Nigga we winnin' 

Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow 

24s my nigga, we gettin' it 

Cell phone been there ain't nobody seen me in a minute 

Nigga my crib is mostly glass 

So you can see a city here livin' 

4 or 5 guns and blunts gettin' passed 

Yall niggas doin' good just chillin 

I valet in the front, walk in the club 

Hittin the blunt 

Nigga this how we live for real 

No punch lines i ain't need to stunt 

Roll up? 

In VIP, just me and these hoes 

Not givin' a f*ck who in this bitch 

Me, i got killers up in here though 

St. Claire niggas up in here though 

You already know, we got bread to blow 

Your? bitch, I'm hotter than Mexico 

So tell a bad bitch, give me head fo sho 

Nigga this Chip, better learn my name 

Trynna stack my bread, trynna stay up in the game 

Trynna fuck these, make them tat my name 

Send a bitch, don't give her no change 

Should be a pleasure, fu*kin' with a boss 

If you dont choose me, bitch thats your loss 

Eattin good, nigga Benihana with strip sauce 

Know y'all mad, hoe stays pissed off 

Me and my bitch gettin tatted outside 

Smokin' that shit that make you loose yo mind 

Swear to god this young nigga, is gon' shine 

F*ck you all up, nigga i'm gettin' mine 

[Hook] x2 

[Outro] 

Chip, Lex Luger.