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Out Wildin' Video (MV)




Performed By: sAd.
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Cedric Cruz




sAd. - Out Wildin' Lyrics
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I get the hunneds, these niggas watch
I never wanna get up in that sidewalk
I know they watching, they wanna pop me
And baby girl I know you wanna rob me
Ain't that the son of a stone cold stunna?
He hold the weight so I ain't gotta rock it
I was wilding, they left me starving
I never tried to get up in they pockets
Hunneds, hunneds
Baby can you show me something (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause a lot of bitches out here frontin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And a lot of bitches out here huntin'
For them niggas with the stacks (With the stacks)
With the racks, throw it back (With the racks)
I never knew you could do that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why you dance so cool? (Yeah, yeah)
Why you dance so cool?
Why you look so cool?
Why you dress so nice?
Why you look so bull? (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I've been up in that pavement (Yah, yah)
I been workin on this payment (Ay, what you talking bout lil homie?)
I need a hunned thousand (Woah)
Just to put my momma on the mountains
I know these niggas heard of me
But they be tryna hurry me
They be tryna pull me to the side
Like I ain't know, like I ain't right
These niggas actin outta line
I'm S-A-I-D bitch I don't lie (I'm S.A.I.D bitch I don't)
I said what I said and I mean it
F*ck you niggas thought I was doing this for dreamin'?
F*ck a dream I'm doing this for the money
I need it right now 'cause these niggas acting funny
I won't switch up
But I got two, three, four niggas who would switch up
They'll do it to ya
Man watch your niggas
F*ck your enemies, you just gotta watch your niggas, yeah
'Cause sometimes its the fake and the real
And they mix up real, real, real, real good
And I know you that you wanna feel
Feel something real, real, real, real good, yeah (Real good)
But f*ck that, I'm just tryna get to the money
Baby count that up (Count it up)
I just never get the patience
I know I ain't wrong but I know this life been racing, yeah
Lotta hunneds, these ones on me
These niggas always tryna get rid of me
They never gonna, I gotta hunned
I was out there wilding but I was starving
Now all these lil niggas wanna kill me
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I get the hunneds, these niggas watch
I never wanna get up in that sidewalk
I know they watching, they wanna pop me
And baby girl I know you wanna rob me
Ain't that the son of a stone cold stunna?
He hold the weight so I ain't gotta rock it
I was wilding, they left me starving
I never tried to get up in they pockets
Hunneds, hunneds
Baby can you show me something (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause a lot of bitches out here frontin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And a lot of bitches out here huntin'
For them niggas with the stacks (With the stacks)
With the racks, throw it back (With the racks)
I never knew you could do that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why you dance so cool? (Yeah, yeah)
Why you dance so cool?
Why you look so cool?
Why you dress so nice?
Why you look so bull? (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I've been up in that pavement (Yah, yah)
I been workin on this payment (Ay, what you talking bout lil homie?)
I need a hunned thousand (Woah)
Just to put my momma on the mountains
I know these niggas heard of me
But they be tryna hurry me
They be tryna pull me to the side
Like I ain't know, like I ain't right
These niggas actin outta line
I'm S-A-I-D bitch I don't lie (I'm S.A.I.D bitch I don't)
I said what I said and I mean it
F*ck you niggas thought I was doing this for dreamin'?
F*ck a dream I'm doing this for the money
I need it right now 'cause these niggas acting funny
I won't switch up
But I got two, three, four niggas who would switch up
They'll do it to ya
Man watch your niggas
F*ck your enemies, you just gotta watch your niggas, yeah
'Cause sometimes its the fake and the real
And they mix up real, real, real, real good
And I know you that you wanna feel
Feel something real, real, real, real good, yeah (Real good)
But f*ck that, I'm just tryna get to the money
Baby count that up (Count it up)
I just never get the patience
I know I ain't wrong but I know this life been racing, yeah
Lotta hunneds, these ones on me
These niggas always tryna get rid of me
They never gonna, I gotta hunned
I was out there wilding but I was starving
Now all these lil niggas wanna kill me
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Writer: Cedric Cruz
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