Come Outside - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Uh, baby, come outside, you can hop in to my whip whenever you ready to ride

Uh, nah, stop being shy, I can take you 'round the globe and show you one hell of a time

Uh, baby, come outside, you can hop in to my whip whenever you ready to ride

Uh, nah, stop being shy, I can take you 'round the globe and show you one hell of a time

Now the game is tough, so to be a P you gotta be tougher

A bad motherfucker, number one sucka' ducker

A closed mouth, will never ever be fed

Open palms over fists, I'm only about my bread

No nitpickin' bitches hanging on my dick

I'd rather be alone, than have to deal with shit that I don't need to

Then you talking 'bout I'm a street dude, deceive you

I think that it's best for the both of us that I leave you

And go our separate ways, baby just wait

Can you give a playa space? 'Cause I don't wanna run around in circles with you

Playing blame game, it ain't matter what a P might do

Fucking with this pimpin', Imma hurt you for sure

I'm only 'bout my dollars and there's nothing you can do

I know you might be trippin' thinking that shit ain't cool

But I don't give a fuck and I be living in my truth baby

Uh, baby, come outside, you can hop in to my whip whenever you ready to ride

Uh, nah, stop being shy, I can take you 'round the globe and show you one hell of a time

Uh, baby, come outside, you can hop in to my whip whenever you ready to ride

Uh, nah, stop being shy, I can take you 'round the globe and show you one hell of a time

(Uh) Bitch, I'm outside your head

How the fuck you think you nuff, a nigga will playa his bread

And keep on faking, thrist is quenched

Aye, you must be trippin' thinking that you finna get ahead

Baby don't give me no issues

The only paper I carry is dollars, not, no tissues

You say the day you leave "I miss you"

But I could give a fuck, 'cause I've never been [?]

You got one man, to keep a bitch's mouth [?]

Pockets stayin' fat, so you know a playa soul slit

Flossin', killin' bitches softly

Candy paint drippin' off the motherfucking boat ship

Standing on my ten toes baby, stop playin' your games

If you ain't 'bout your bidness baby, we is not the same