Come Outside (So Sick) Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

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[Intro]
Yeah, uh
I’m like, yeah
Turn me up a lil’ bit
Huh, uh, uh, frrrt

[Verse 1]
Boss n!gga, took that tricking s*it and turned it to my hobby, uh
Ain’t been taking no pictures, everything I do, they copy
Bring them foreign whips through them country towns, them crackers tryna stop me
Ain’t no fiend, but I go crazy ’bout that sloppy toppy
They play, I’m ready to knock a n!gga ass out like Holyfield about you

Had to tell her to slow it down, she eating the lap up like hibachi
Only a bad b!tch get to crying, I Emilio Pucci on her body
She fu*k me good, I ain’t got no exes and I ain’t got no other bodies

[Chorus]
I’m like, damn, you fine, I’m tryna turn you every way but loose
You bad, you bad and you bad, how the hell y’all gon’ make me choose?
He won’t let you come outside, bet we gon’ take a shot for you
But if one day, you come outside, we gon’ save a spot for you

[Verse 2]
Huh, tell your n!gga it’s lit, put your phone on DND
He ain’t on this s*it, baby, come outside with me
Bad b!tch from out the country, I’m from Florida, she think I’m Z
She say, “You talk slow and you got perms like Yak and Koly P”
Now she in back of the truck tryna get me to teach her how to yell out, “Glee”
Now we drunk, we in that vibe, looking for more liquor and more weed
Don’t go back on your word, you posted on Twitter, said you was fu*k-n!gga free
I know he hate he played, now you lit and y’all don’t speak
I’m like where there party at? We tryna go outside
He ain’t bought no bottles for the booth you in, baby, his ass fried
You want a n!gga that fu*k you good and spend? Pull up to my spot
If you leave me, girl, my life might end, you the baddest, I’m putting aside my pride

[Refrain]

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I’m so over being blue
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (Come on, come on, I’m like come on, come on)
Crying over you

[Chorus]
I’m like, damn, you fine, I’m tryna turn you every way but loose
You bad, you bad and you bad, how the hell y’all gon’ make me choose?
He won’t let you come outside, bet we gon’ take a shot for you
But if one day, you come outside, we gon’ save a spot for you

[Bridge]
Huh, tell your n!gga it’s lit, put your phone on DND
He ain’t on this s*it, baby, come outside with me
Bad b!tch from out the country, I’m from Florida, she think I’m Z
She say, “You talk slow and you got perms like Yak and Koly P,” huh
I can’t move my hips, but, baby, I’m good with spending tips, huh
Bae, your pu*sy good, you can’t get mad if I do trips, huh
You a bad b!tch, tell him to up it and buy you a whip
I might kill you, I catch you cheating, bae, you better move it swift

[Refrain]
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I’m so over being blue
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Crying over you
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I’m so over being blue (Answer me on FaceTime, you asked me to FaceTime, fu*k wrong with you?)
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (I can’t hear what you said, what you said?)
Crying over you (Answer the FaceTime, who is this?)
You asked me to FaceTime you
How the hell y’all got my number, though?