Bring It Out Lyrics - Dj Esco

I got a thing in the car, I'm boutta bring it out 

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga, we gotta bang it out 

I keep my bitch in the house, I'm boutta bring her out 

I got whips on whips this year, I'm bout to bring 'em out 

I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bang it out 

I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bring it out 

I put the mat on the rarri, I'm boutta bring it out 

We don't talk back to no cops, we just air 'em out 

If you ain't spraying for the gang then we puttin' you out 

I got my jammers inside my shirt, don't make me bring one out 

I got that thing, exotic car, don't make me bring it out 

I put 'em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah 

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Whip that soda, ice like polar 

Double on motor on the motorola 

Got your main thing, took her to boa 

Took her to the crib, made her do yoga 

I got bitches I know that you ain't seen yet 

Got the 4488 you ain't see yet 

These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain 

I'm back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game 

I'm killin' niggas GYG, I put 'em in the hearse 

My bitch killin' you hoes, you know she had it first 

I got 'em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast 

I could've got the wraith, but it can't fit my hoes 

I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key 

I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key 

I'll shoot it out with all these niggas I don't give a fuck 

I got a hundred niggas with me, I don't give a fuck 

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I got a thing in the car, I'm boutta bring it out 

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga, we gotta bang it out 

I keep my bitch in the house, I'm boutta bring her out 

I got whips on whips this year, I'm bout to bring 'em out 

I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bang it out 

I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bring it out 

I put the mat on the rarri, I'm boutta bring it out 

We don't talk back to no cops, we just air 'em out 

Big face rollie, still rock 

Air 15, leave a nigga hold up 

Got a lotta cash, still move fast 

Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash 

I'm addicted to the pace, I'm a trap nigga 

Why you talk behind my back you should act nigga 

Make the money come back like a lap nigga 

Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas 

I got shooters on deck and its real fun 

Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun 

Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one 

Couple days in a month I hit a million 

I done had too much to drink I done fell on her 

Had a threesome with my bitch, put Chanel on her 

I'm still married to the game, got my ring, yeah 

Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out 

I got a thing in the car, I'm boutta bring it out 

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga, we gotta bang it out 

I keep my bitch in the house, I'm boutta bring her out 

I got whips on whips this year, I'm bout to bring 'em out 

I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bang it out 

I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bring it out 

I put the mat on the rarri, I'm boutta bring it out 

We don't talk back to no cops, we just air 'em out 

If you ain't spraying for the gang then we puttin' you out 

I got my jammers inside my shirt, don't make me bring one out 

I got that thing, exotic car, don't make me bring it out 

I put 'em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah