OutDaWay
(Ayyy) I be out the way (uh)
Heard he broke (uh) need to get some cake (uh)
You hit my hoe but it's okay she not my fav (uh)
This money keep on coming (uh) trynna break the bank (uh)
Walk past my mama with that ganja say it stank
(Uh, ay, hey)
All my hoes could be models nigga
Talking by the face
I ain't even trynna talk to niggas unless it's bout that pape
She know i was never broke I'm really Mr. Make Shit Shake
Uh x 15
Had to focus up and cut a couple loose strings (strings)
She like you paid too much for them to have no shoe strings (strings)
New sound, new bag, trying new things
I got too high, i got to trippin havin mood swings
(Swings)
(Ay um) Gotta watch the back door (door)
It might be someone you know (know)
That hoe ain't doin you no good, you need to let her go (go)
Prolly for the better
I peep niggas trynna catch up but i did that last year
The day i pull off in that track im gone (skrr) act an ass yea
Drugs slowin down my heart
But life hittin faster
I been sipping way too much I see it in my bladder
Woah x9
Really ducked off I'm in my own lane
Told that bitch I don't got patience, I feel like Jose
But ay hm hm hm hm hey yea
Wopichino - OUTDAWAY Lyrics
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OutDaWay
(Ayyy) I be out the way (uh)
Heard he broke (uh) need to get some cake (uh)
You hit my hoe but it's okay she not my fav (uh)
This money keep on coming (uh) trynna break the bank (uh)
Walk past my mama with that ganja say it stank
(Uh, ay, hey)
All my hoes could be models nigga
Talking by the face
I ain't even trynna talk to niggas unless it's bout that pape
She know i was never broke I'm really Mr. Make Shit Shake
Uh x 15
Had to focus up and cut a couple loose strings (strings)
She like you paid too much for them to have no shoe strings (strings)
New sound, new bag, trying new things
I got too high, i got to trippin havin mood swings
(Swings)
(Ay um) Gotta watch the back door (door)
It might be someone you know (know)
That hoe ain't doin you no good, you need to let her go (go)
Prolly for the better
I peep niggas trynna catch up but i did that last year
The day i pull off in that track im gone (skrr) act an ass yea
Drugs slowin down my heart
But life hittin faster
I been sipping way too much I see it in my bladder
Woah x9
Really ducked off I'm in my own lane
Told that bitch I don't got patience, I feel like Jose
But ay hm hm hm hm hey yea
(Ayyy) I be out the way (uh)
Heard he broke (uh) need to get some cake (uh)
You hit my hoe but it's okay she not my fav (uh)
This money keep on coming (uh) trynna break the bank (uh)
Walk past my mama with that ganja say it stank
(Uh, ay, hey)
All my hoes could be models nigga
Talking by the face
I ain't even trynna talk to niggas unless it's bout that pape
She know i was never broke I'm really Mr. Make Shit Shake
Uh x 15
Had to focus up and cut a couple loose strings (strings)
She like you paid too much for them to have no shoe strings (strings)
New sound, new bag, trying new things
I got too high, i got to trippin havin mood swings
(Swings)
(Ay um) Gotta watch the back door (door)
It might be someone you know (know)
That hoe ain't doin you no good, you need to let her go (go)
Prolly for the better
I peep niggas trynna catch up but i did that last year
The day i pull off in that track im gone (skrr) act an ass yea
Drugs slowin down my heart
But life hittin faster
I been sipping way too much I see it in my bladder
Woah x9
Really ducked off I'm in my own lane
Told that bitch I don't got patience, I feel like Jose
But ay hm hm hm hm hey yea
Writer: Kenneth McHaynes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid