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Far Out Lyrics - Artist : Kevin Flum
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Drinkurwater hoe, ou Yeah, let's go Yeah, all I do is win, homie, yeah, you know, I been a winner So, yeah, get your girl, 'cause she's playing with me like a fidget spinner Ou, rubbing on the wood, watch out baby, you might get a splinter And the Tahoe wasn't really big enough, so I'm saving up to go get a sprinter, yeah So, fuck all you haters and everything, that you stand for You so, so so late on your rent and guess who the fuck is the landlord Guess who the fuck is in charge now, popping the lids of my jars now Smoking that shit, that be making me feel like I'm outer space, feeling far out, like ou Man, I'm so far out Guess who in charge now Yeah, I'm so far out Popping lids of my jars, yeah Yeah, [?], committing a felony I feel like [?], she hit me with the booty [?], there's no telling me That she ain't around me for my status, that she ain't around me for my cash I might just stick around, but just for a second, to get a glimpse of that ass, yeah Hold up baby, hold up baby, work, feeling like I gotta go to church I could pick your girl up with a verse, hit the mall and get that chick a purse Says she don't smoke but I smoke, it's all good, I'll just pass to my bros Take a trip and go splash in the coast, [?] Man, I just want me a mansion with unlimited expansion Want a girl in every room, that's just dancing, waiting on me to come and take my chances like Come on baby, come and throw that money, blow it like a joke but it ain't funny Pack my bags, I'm headed where it's sunny, with the honey, who like counted hundreds Man, I'm so far out Guess who in charge now Yeah, I'm so far out Popping lids of my jars, yeah |
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