Outlandish lyrics

by

Quada


[Intro: Quada]
Wild, wild, wild, wild
Pree life see mah seh steez
Jet ski life
Everyday yeah
Man a try fi do this sh*t and stack up all mah f*cking paper
No haters yeah
Pree life, pree life, pree life
(Hmmmph)

[Chorus: Quada]
The dream life 10 cars 3 bikes
Done tell yuh bout supreme life
Man rock gucci when me feel like
G life
We do anything weh we like
Inna the road like a street light
Done tell yuh bout the dream life
The dream life, the dream life
10 cars, 3 wives
We do anything weh we like
We do anything weh we like
Done tell yuh bout supreme life
Inna the road like a street light
Done tell yuh bout the G life
The dream life, the dream life... Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Bakersteez]
sh*t is outlandish (yeah)
Big body let me have it (uh)
Big body doing damage (uh)
Bentley chilling living lavish (uh)
To my competition i'm a savage
Ain't no competition i be laughing (laughing)
Humble n*gga but i'm flashy
Humpty dumpty n*ggas getting cracking (ayy)
I want this sh*t everlasting (uh)
Say you don't like me (uh)
Hop in my trip for the clout yuh b*tch (uh)
Pillow talking you could bite your tongue (bite your tongue)
Running this sh*t like Nike huh
Barry Allen to the guap (Woaw)
Steady gunning to the top (uh)
Steady gunning to the wah (wah)
Making that revenue (yeah)
Stacking and bagging residuals
This life that we living is sinful
This life that we living ain't simple (Uh,..Hmph)
Stacking that revenue (uh)
Stacking that revenue (uh)
Bagging residuals (uh)
Bagging residuals (aye)
[Chorus: Quada]
The dream life ten cars three bikes
Done tell yuh bout supreme life
Man rock gucci when me feel like
G life
We do anything weh we like
Inna the road like a street light
Done tell yuh bout the dream life
The dream life, the dream life
Ten cars, three wives
We do anything weh we like
We do anything weh we like
Done tell yuh bout supreme life
Inna the road like a street light
Done tell yuh bout the G life
The dream life, the dream life... Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Quada]
Tell them ketch this
Ghetto man born me nuh leff this (uh)
But a rose gold chain till me neck crick
An a big flat screen wid Netflix
Them cyan stop steez or Quada badmind affi gwaan try till yuh neck crick
A sum G life pree life we nuh wa see nuh death wish

[Outro: Quada]
Everyday yeah man a try fi do this sh*t and stack up all mah f*cking paper No haters yeah pree life pree life pree life
(hmmmph)
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