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been out the way. Video (MV)




Performed By: Matsu
Language: English
Length: 1:25
Written by: Antonio A




Matsu - been out the way. Lyrics




G-Goofy ass nigga think be know me but he don't
Got the gas in the air, that shit gon' make you choke
And I be thinkin' how I'ma do this
Walk in the function, yeah, I'm the coolest
Yeah, I admit sometimes I can be the rudest
Gotta get off my ass, yeah, I really gotta do this
So I called up, panky' said show em, how we do
It

Sayonara, Ray-Ban

808's boomin' yeah you hear this shi?
Smokin' on gas even though I'm really, really
Sick
She thought I caught feelings but I'm just

Tryna hit it
But I ain't catch no feelings
Damn, I'm so high, I could touch the ceiling
So high, so high, I could fly
Niggas want beef, of course, they work at' five guys
My hands hurt, but I got yo bitch twerkin' Look over your yeah, bitch, stop f*cking lurkin

I'm been out my body, I can't even feel myself
I just want money, yeah, you don't know how I feel
I heard the count of three, where the f*ck is my belt
Been out the way I'm not tryna deal with you

Got a banana gun and I call that shi Pikachu
Let me speed up on this beat so I don't gotta compete with you
Got my boy in the back, askin' where the f*ck the juice?

"Nigga where the f*ck the weed at"

"Nigga, who is you?

Ain't nun for you, can you see that?
Smoke a blunt in your face, can you see that?
Pop up at the cut, yeah, where I be at

100M's in my back account, i need that.
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G-Goofy ass nigga think be know me but he don't
Got the gas in the air, that shit gon' make you choke
And I be thinkin' how I'ma do this
Walk in the function, yeah, I'm the coolest
Yeah, I admit sometimes I can be the rudest
Gotta get off my ass, yeah, I really gotta do this
So I called up, panky' said show em, how we do
It

Sayonara, Ray-Ban

808's boomin' yeah you hear this shi?
Smokin' on gas even though I'm really, really
Sick
She thought I caught feelings but I'm just

Tryna hit it
But I ain't catch no feelings
Damn, I'm so high, I could touch the ceiling
So high, so high, I could fly
Niggas want beef, of course, they work at' five guys
My hands hurt, but I got yo bitch twerkin' Look over your yeah, bitch, stop f*cking lurkin

I'm been out my body, I can't even feel myself
I just want money, yeah, you don't know how I feel
I heard the count of three, where the f*ck is my belt
Been out the way I'm not tryna deal with you

Got a banana gun and I call that shi Pikachu
Let me speed up on this beat so I don't gotta compete with you
Got my boy in the back, askin' where the f*ck the juice?

"Nigga where the f*ck the weed at"

"Nigga, who is you?

Ain't nun for you, can you see that?
Smoke a blunt in your face, can you see that?
Pop up at the cut, yeah, where I be at

100M's in my back account, i need that.
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Writer: Antonio A
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