Terrance Moore - Outlawz lyrics

[Hook] Bonnie & Clyde, when we ride Our laws all we down for Too trill for one city You pretty, but you gritty And there ain't nothing in this world Better than a bad girl And when you bad girl Girl you bad Ain't nothing in this world Better than a bad girl And when you bad girl Girl you bad [Verse 1] Uh, pop that trunk, twerk, uh Do what you want, cause we on the run Like we outlawz (Uh) Uh, stop the car Uh, don't give a f** where we are Must see the stars A reason to get in your bra Beatin' like we in a brawl (Huh) Speaking of being in brawl Even if she was the cause of it all It's middle fingers up, screaming, “f** all y'all!” It's heads in the wall, f**ing with my broad (Huh) Tires skippin' while we dippin' She say, “You must be kidding?” “Swerve, I'm just drifting…” (Uh) Route sixty-sixin', for the Pacific, road tripping If you hoes slipping, you could get the Smithan' (Uh) We know how we living, whether good or bad decision That's prolific, if a tad ignorant (Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down…) My magnificent mistress, never witness for jury Running ain't for the fitness, that's why we lifting your j**elry Chrome pistol, ain't it pretty? If you whistle at my birdy That thing unload with such fury (Huh) [Hook] Bonnie & Clyde, when we ride Our laws all we down for Too trill for one city You pretty, but you gritty And there ain't nothing in this world Better than a bad girl And when you bad girl Girl you bad Ain't nothing in this world Better than a bad girl And when you bad girl Girl you bad [Verse 2] Boot's dusty, my belt's tattered bad The room's musty, I bet this cigarette drag won't help that But it's still lovely, uh, you still f** me Rub me and tell me your dreams You smelling so clean It betters the room, while you counting the creme “Can we hop in the coupe & get off of these springs?” “No.” “If it was roaches in here, you would've been out first thing…” “No.” She lying, intentions on adding up all of this green f** it, I ain't mad, pa** a stack of them hundreds to me We act nice in public, but watch company Often change subjects, won't talk in defeat Even when we spark up local weed She won't say sh**, but look perfect to me Whether purple or D, all this earth, wind & heat To an East Coast n***a, make you throw that swisher Get back on the road quicker Shouldn't drive like this, but I never drive on liquor Check my mileage in Santa Monica Like 3,000 miles and I'm tired as f** (like f**) Drove from NJ, to Chicago, to LA (and she know what's up) Let's take the world baby Let's take the world, uh [Hook] Bonnie & Clyde, when we ride Our laws all we down for Too trill for one city You pretty, but you gritty And there ain't nothing in this world Better than a bad girl And when you bad girl Girl you bad [Verse 3] “Too much Hova,” “…that's probably too much Hova” Politician's say it's bad, but it's rap, n***a Just ‘cause we bump it when we rob Don't mean that we don't know how to act, n***a Uh, pop the trunk, she go get the pump Mask on, no nude noggin when we hit the front Tell her, take what you want Just put it in the bag No games, that b**h'll dump Not talking ‘bout my la** I'm talking ‘bout your last breath You don't even ask questions You put the money in the bag No ink sacks in that cash, or I'ma whoop your a** Put the f**ing money in the bag (Johnny's coming...) “Who hit the alarm?!” “Who hit the alarm?!?" "Who hit the alarm?!?!” Bust one shot to keep them calm She said, "watch out!", cause the guard is armed I duck She shoot Now he dead Now we dead We f**ed up... [Outro] If this don't reach channel 4 Will you tell this to the boys... If this don't reach channel 4 Will you, please, tell this to your boys... The world.. It's yours