Quada & Bakersteez - Outlandish
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[Intro: Quada]
Wild, wild, wild, wild
Pree life
See my say steez
Jet ski life
Every day, yeah
Man a try fi do this shit and stack up all my fucking paper
No haters
Yeah
Pree life, pree life, pree life (hmph)

[Chorus: Quada]
The dream life, ten cars, three bikes
Done tell you 'bout supreme life
Man rock Gucci weh me feel like
G life
We do anything weh we like
Inna the road like a street light
Done tell you '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 you 'bout supreme life
Inna the road like a street light
Done tell you 'bout the G life
The dream life, the dream life
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Bakersteez]
Shit 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 nigga but I'm flashy
Humpty dumpty nigga's getting cracking (ayy)
I want this shit everlasting (uh)
Say you don't like me (uh)
Hop in my trip for the clout you bitch (uh)
Pillow talking you could bite your tongue (bite your tongue)
Running this shit like Nike, huh
Barry Allen to the guap (whoa)
Steady gunning to the top (steez)
Steady gunning to the wha' (wha')
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 you 'bout supreme life
Man rock Gucci weh me feel like
G life
We do anything weh we like
Inna the road like a street light
Done tell you '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 you 'bout supreme life
Inna the road like a street light
Done tell you 'bout the G life
The dream life, the dream life
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Quada]
Tell dem ketch this
Ghetto man born me no lef' this (uh)
But a rose gold chain till me neck crick
And a big flat screen with Netflix
Dem cyaan stop steez or Quada
Badmind haffi gwaan try till your neck crick
A sum G life, pree life, yeah
We no waan see no death wish

[Outro: Quada]
Everyday, yeah
Man a try fi do this shit and stack up all my fucking paper
No haters, yeah
Pree life, pree life, pree life (hmph)

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