Out The Roof song by Chase Atlantic from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Australia, Pop, Alternative music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
Out The Roof Meaning
| [[Intro: Mitchel Cave] (Yeah) Yeah, ayy (Ayy) [Verse 1: Mitchel Cave] I just popped three in a row (Popped three in a row) Gasoline-y what I smoke (What I smoke) Gas on ‘E’, we slide the door (Slide the door) Slide the door (Slide the door) Please don’t try this shit at home (Shit at home, shit at home) We send souls up to the sky (To the sky, to the sky) When we don’t wanna talk it through (Talk it through, talk it through) See us, then you take your life (Take your life, take your life) What the fuck you gonna do? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Mitchel Cave] I got fifty rackies on me hangin’ out my pants And I’m hangin’ out the roof, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I’ma put the burner on his ass, make him dance Michael Jack, bust a move, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I’ma scorch every motherfucker in the game ‘Cause there’s nothin’ left to do, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Plus I got this vest on my body So you know I’m feelin’ bulletproof [Verse 2: Mitchel Cave] Yeah, we stay lit (We stay lit) We fuck bitches, pop on pillies, that is it, yeah (We stay lit) Holy moly, holy shit, yeah (Holy shit) Me and all my people heaven-sent, yeah, yup She just got her titties tucked, mhm, yup, yup Fillin’ up a double cup with mud, mm, mhm Yeah, mix it up (Mix it up), save that money If you don’t got none, you’re stuck What the fuck? Yeah I’m at the top of my game, yeah Percies been killin’ my pain, yeah I like to hide in my braids, shit Chopper beam blow off your brain, yeah I go insane, I go insane, I go insane, yeah Look at my flamethrower, I’m flowin’ flames, yeah (Bitch), yeah , [Chorus: Mitchel Cave] Fifty rackies on me hangin’ out the back of my pants While I’m hangin’ out the roof I’ma put the burner on his ass, make him dance Michael Jack, bust a move, yeah I’ma scorch every motherfucker in the game ‘Cause there’s nothin’ left to do, yeah Plus I got this vest on my body So you know I’m feelin’ bulletproof, yeah [Bridge: Mitchel Cave] Why waste time when you get high on the weekend? (Yeah, yeah) Why waste time when you get high when you can? (Yeah, yeah) I’ll just wait ’til I’m dead (Yeah, yeah), wait [Chorus: Mitchel Cave & Christian Anthony] I got fifty rackies hangin’ out of the back of my pants While I’m hangin’ out the roof I’ma put the burner on his ass Get to choppin’ if he don’t know what to do, yeah I’ma scorch every opposition in the game ‘Cause there’s nothin’ left to do, yeah (Do-do-do-do, do-do-do) Plus I got this vest on me, motherfucker Bitch, I’m feelin’ bulletproof , [Outro: Mitchel Cave] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch, I’m bulletproof Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah] |
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