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Daoutlet - Farmer Lyrics



Daoutlet - Farmer Lyrics
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Ayy
I hit that one like a farmer, I'm pullin' her tracks
I'm in the mix like sweet concoctions, I'm runnin' the gaff
Your tea ain't that's sweet to me, shut your trap
I heard you ran through forest, everyone hit that gump
Everyone hit that rump, back up, who's seed is this one
I'm in the field, paving the way but I ain't get signed by one
Multi-million army, I want me one
Face card good when I walk in the section, like I know that one
If her face card good when she walk in the section, trash that one
Now that that's out of the way, let's talk bout real things
Ayy
I'm in my mind, dodging the traffic, but I'm connected, interstellar
If I rock that one like that, you'd think I'm singin' in Coachella
That one got mad wind time, I think she blowin' hella
That one got mad wind time, I heard it's soft like jello
If I'm in the deep, three, pull up, shoot like Mellow
I'm shootin' the towns, I shoot like towns
I shoot like Jordan, Kobe, man, I even shoot like Lebron
If you gotta chew some blue chew, you ain't even shootin' at all
Ayy
I knock to the beat of my drum
You can't tap that one there, you can't tell her to come
I'm in America runnin' on coffee, I guess you know the pun
Outside, 9 to 5, I thought that work was done
I guess I'm gettin' the quid, so I shouldn't worry the crumbs
CTV like ATV, still A to B
Yo, that man right there, swear he is like me
He ain't like me, he a wanna be
If you wanna be like me, you gotta put in work like you invented a crockpot
I'm tapped like Bluetooth, I got connection plus
If you wanna tap my cellular, five star hotel regular
I had to kick this one to the ten, like I'm playin' soccer
If you wanna win, the come up
Sorry, get your funds up
I ain't mean to talk bout the funds, but that's how you get your one up
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
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Ayy
I hit that one like a farmer, I'm pullin' her tracks
I'm in the mix like sweet concoctions, I'm runnin' the gaff
Your tea ain't that's sweet to me, shut your trap
I heard you ran through forest, everyone hit that gump
Everyone hit that rump, back up, who's seed is this one
I'm in the field, paving the way but I ain't get signed by one
Multi-million army, I want me one
Face card good when I walk in the section, like I know that one
If her face card good when she walk in the section, trash that one
Now that that's out of the way, let's talk bout real things
Ayy
I'm in my mind, dodging the traffic, but I'm connected, interstellar
If I rock that one like that, you'd think I'm singin' in Coachella
That one got mad wind time, I think she blowin' hella
That one got mad wind time, I heard it's soft like jello
If I'm in the deep, three, pull up, shoot like Mellow
I'm shootin' the towns, I shoot like towns
I shoot like Jordan, Kobe, man, I even shoot like Lebron
If you gotta chew some blue chew, you ain't even shootin' at all
Ayy
I knock to the beat of my drum
You can't tap that one there, you can't tell her to come
I'm in America runnin' on coffee, I guess you know the pun
Outside, 9 to 5, I thought that work was done
I guess I'm gettin' the quid, so I shouldn't worry the crumbs
CTV like ATV, still A to B
Yo, that man right there, swear he is like me
He ain't like me, he a wanna be
If you wanna be like me, you gotta put in work like you invented a crockpot
I'm tapped like Bluetooth, I got connection plus
If you wanna tap my cellular, five star hotel regular
I had to kick this one to the ten, like I'm playin' soccer
If you wanna win, the come up
Sorry, get your funds up
I ain't mean to talk bout the funds, but that's how you get your one up
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
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Writer: Dante Reid-Morgan, Daoutlet
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Daoutlet
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Dante Reid-Morgan, Daoutlet

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