OUTLAWS [REMIX] Lyrics – Edward Lillie

OUTLAWS [REMIX] Lyrics by Edward Lillie

(sample: jamie foxx)
D-j-a-n-g-o
The d is silent
I live as an outlaw, baby

My face on the billboards lately
Runnin’ from the law now, darlin
Came to the game without warning
And i pickpocket hoes in the morning

Cause i live as an outlaw, baby
My face on the billboards lately
And i run from the law on the daily
Look

I came in like a cowboy
That’s bebop when i write
Imma b-hop when i jump in
That’s me holding a knife

And i chop beats when i’m locked in
Like voorhees in the night
I stand out like blood stains
On bedsheets that are white

Cause i
Stay saturated
When you’re lacerated
And i keep going

Till my head falls off, decapitated
And i’d never make it if you called shots
M-27
Cause i call shots till i’m in heaven

Till then it’s me and premise
And i’ll stay here and you’ll still play it
b#tch
I live as an outlaw, baby

My face on the billboards lately
Runnin’ from the law now, darlin
Came to the game without warning
And i pickpocket hoes in the morning

Cause i live as an outlaw, baby
My face on the billboards lately
And i run from the law on the daily
Look

You can cast your doubts
But don’t cast me out
Imma outlast all the raps right now
Cause i blast sounds for the nearest crowd

At the venue, proud
I get to make rounds with this pure sound
That alkaline
Where the raps stay purified

Second coming
Something like that there- jesus christ
Imma build up there i will rise
From the ash-

I will light a fire under they #ss
Cause i light up like sticks and a match
I spit fire up on these tracks
Crossfire when they pop caps

Cease fire when i rap
Hard iron on my tracks
And i know y’all believe that
I live as an outlaw, baby

My face on the billboards lately
Runnin’ from the law now, darlin
Came to the game without warning
And i pickpocket hoes in the morning

Cause i live as an outlaw, baby
My face on the billboards lately
And i run from the law on the daily
Look

(verse 3: colson)
Witness the fricking beginning
Of when i was flipping the bird, at anyone who’s
Beginning and thinkin’ they wicked with words

I sweep a snitch with a stick
So you witches get hit with the broom
Coffin nails, m#th*rf#ck*rs i’m doom
Pop in a clip in the gat then i c#ck it and shoot

Every time that i do
Drum explode like “the who”
Keith moon with a tool!
Yeah

Look
E3 the dopest
Like cooking up smoke
If you hopin’ to choke

Then come f#ck with the gang
Semi-auto let it ring
Pay phone with the change
Yeah

(brr! brr!)
(hello?)
Shootin’ at em’ from a range tho
Got me feelin’ like i’m django

Smoke a pack that’s where the chain go
Paint yo’ town red
When i pull up on them with a pave low
Choppa get shot in yo’ head

You don’t low!
I ain’t got nothing much else that i wanted to say so
Names colson and none of y’all riding my wave float
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Edward Lillie Lyrics – OUTLAWS [REMIX]

Edward Lillie

OUTLAWS [REMIX]