Letra de Wild Out (Feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Paige) - Borgore

I�m in a hardspot, little hole in the wall
Through twin erects, it�s just blacked out
Hot as fuck, �bout to pass out
My swag in, and your swag out
Hit the stage, girls titties out
When I hit the stage bring the city out
Ballin� hard, �bout to foul out
Pop a bottle nigga, wild out

Wild, wild, wild out
Pop a bottle nigga, wild out
I�m slim thuggin� with these Ray Bans
I�m on a thug shit, campaigns
That champagne need a bad bitch
Icy wrist with a icy neck
Reach for that, I�ll leave you wet
Waka Flocka Flame in a place where

Gettin' money ain�t a crime
So why you watching, wasting time
Tell me are you ready
Hit the street and we wild out
Club hopping we ball out
I ain�t watching no haters �cus ya�ll

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Can�t fuck with us, can�t fuck with us
Can�t fuck with us, we get crazy
Come fuck with us, come fuck with us
Hit the street, we wild out, club hopping we ball out
Come fuck with us
Pop a bottle nigga, wild out
Hit the street, we wild out, club hopping we ball out

Money, money, no running out
I don�t know what you talking �bout
Tell me if you ready
Bad bitch with a foul mouth
What the fuck you hating for
Give me a round of applause
I�m in first place like Usain
Too true like 2 Chainz

Can�t fuck with us, can�t fuck with us
Can�t fuck with us, we get crazy
Come fuck with us, come fuck with us
Hit the street, we wild out, club hopping we ball out
Come fuck with us
Pop a bottle nigga, wild out
Hit the street, we wild out, club hopping we ball out