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mattgnaw - we out here lyrics

[chorus]
we out here, gon’ do this
we out here, we stupid
out here eating burgers at the kings
with my homies altogether ’bout to get it, getting better
we out here, gon’ do this
we out here, we stupid
out here eating burgers at the kings
with my homies altogether ’bout to get it, getting better

[verse 1: qush jr]
extend my neck so i see who’d you come with (yuhh)
put on my shirt, brace, shades yea i got this (ayy)
i bet you’re french don’t you know that’s what i f-ck with (okay)
honey, you so fly, be the pilot on my c-ckpit (okay)
adding ace 17 with my name on it (yuhh)
and i got a gucci ring with your name on it (ayyy)
come sit in my ride or my clean bonnet (okay, okay)
gotta see them jugs pouring out when she lean on it (ooo!)
please sponsor me cuz i need new shoes (yuh)
either vans or the cons, as long as it’s blue (alright)
i really do need more, all i have is two (ayy)
gotta stand and pose, be looking so cool (okay)
out here skating till late (ayy)
sweat drops down our face (ayy)
gotta go back and bathe (kayy)
sleeping on my bed (woo!)

[bridge: mattgnaw & qush jr]
yo, where that- where that white kid man?
where that white kid? where that white kid at?
yea, f-ck the white kid
yo, where that white kid boy at?
what’s his name? he got an apostrophe in his name i think
i think it’s raf, i think it’s raf somethin’
raf… raf simmons?
yea, raf simmons!
polo ralph lauren?
yea, polo yea, ralph lauren!
yo, i-
where- where he at man?

[verse 2: dvhg]
(wait, is it my turn?)
now, i’mma be real in hugh jackman in steel
not with adamantium but still
y’all be acting like mohamed salah
or tame impala
but actually you, kepala bana
baby in a getaway, gotta get away
wakanda forever, yibambe

[verse 3: wira munir]
carbonate boys half the reason i still skate today
time spent with the homies shows the way i skate today
can’t imagine life without the board, which did pave the way
i need a new setup, but i still can’t afford to pay

[verse 4: justin leow]
you young, these fools
they tryna make a track, and now asking me too
but dude, don’t you even know what is true?
i don’t even know what to do (who?)
now i got my boys on this track
matt’s on the beat, and qushairi’s wet
we in the crib of hats
turn right, fourth floor now that’s where it’s at

[verse 5: hu$$y]
we out here, gon’ do this
cooking this heat up like ca$hie$h (yuh)
don’t got that c0ke while it fizz (fizz)
don’t f-ck around and get stds (nah)
my wallet look like zeroes (o’s)
these hoes are all a no no (no no)
out here for a 4.0
out here with my amigos (amigos!)

[verse 6: fahmy, the mc]
(fahmy, it’s your turn)
alright matt, guess i’m on it (alright)
pretty f-cking skinny ‘cos the weights in my pockets (pockets)
if you got 4 queens i got 4 kings (quads)
if you f-cking run then i’ll charge just like sockets
oh my gold on the side of my specs, b-tch (omg)
no point lying cause i got all the facts, b-tch
and i buy never ever sold things
i’m not even sad that i lost all my gold rings (what)

[verse 7: ca$hie$h]
everyone wanna know what the fact of the matter is (matter is)
everyone wanna know if it’s really me doin’ this (doin’ this)
i’m really out here with my crew, yeah you know we k!llin’ it (k!llin’ it)
it’s just me and the chefs you better be feelin’ it (chef, chef, chef)

[verse 8: haziman]
we out here, we stupid
my sleeps go high, i’m lucid (okay)
don’t f-cks with gold, i’m creepin’ (dude, shut the f-ck up!)
you out here wish you dreaming (yuh!)
been sippin’ on my star got little extra bucks (yuh)
i’ve been throwing this so far don’t wanna give no f-cks (okay)
i be eating chocolate bars smoking strikes of little luck (ooo)
i don’t smoke anymore man shoutout kreteks club (owoah, yuh!)

[chorus:]
we out here, gon’ do this
we out here, we stupid
out here eating burgers at the kings
with my homies altogether ’bout to get it, getting better
we out here, gon’ do this
we out here, we stupid
out here eating burgers at the kings
with my homies altogether ’bout to get it, getting better

[verse 9: mattgnaw]
yo i, i haven’t even- i haven’t even dropped my own sh-t man, hold on real quick (ay)
we out here in mustafa
homies out the back all be smoking like a rasta (yuh)
where the f-ck is yung raja?
smokin’ marijuana and we getting getting higher (what?)
i don’t smoke all that ganja
p-ss me the kreteks i got that sampoerna
and my girl’s name, elvina
she be my lady, she my mamasita (ay, ay, ay)
my crew, man we loco (yuh, yuh, yuh)
hidemen on the track we the boys you should know (hoo!)
no 15 like the ‘hampton (nah)
but we got enough to keep it all happening (ay)
man, we be f-ckin’ out here (yuh)
doing our sh-t and riding in fifth gear (skrrt)
i just wanna say thank you to my friends that’s from the heart i’m still sad we’re all apart

[outro: justin leow]
we out here-
oh my god! k!ll me

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