Lou Phelps – Out My Face Lyrics

Lou Phelps – Out My Face Lyrics

Out My Face Lyrics By Lou Phelps

[Intro]
Ayy, huh
Yeah, yeah
Mm, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, out my face (Uh-huh)
She got her own thing, she gangsta servin’ bass
Got another couple thousand for her shape, mm
Independent, what the fuck I’m ‘posed to say?
Matsuhisa ‘fore a nigga start the day
Smokin’ grabba ‘fore she hit the runway
New designer bag, she loves the Chanel
Wasn’t there for her birthday, sent her Birkin through the mail, uh
[Post-Chorus]
Only time will tell, uh, only time will tеll, mm
All my records sell, mm, and they not on salе, uh (Uh-huh)
I need me a mill’, uh, need a hundred mill’ (Uh-huh)
All without a deal, uh, all without a deal, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
These called marquise (Uh-huh)
Do the dance like Marquis
We don’t do no small fees
Now she wanna get nasty
All because I’m an artist
Bitch better not @ me, uh
Finna pop like acne, yeah

[Bridge]
(What’s up? What’s up?)
(What’s up? What’s up?)
(What’s up? What’s up?)
(What’s up? What’s up?)

[Chorus]
Yeah, out my face (Uh-huh)
She got her own thing, she gangsta servin’ bass
Got another couple thousand for her shape, mm
Independent, what the fuck I’m ‘posed to say?
Matsuhisa ‘fore a nigga start the day
Smokin’ grabba ‘fore she hit the runway
New designer bag, she loves the Chanel
Wasn’t there for her birthday, sent her Birkin through the mail, uh

[Post-Chorus]
Only time will tell, uh, only time will tell, mm
All my records sell, mm, and they not on sale, uh (Uh-huh)
I need me a mill’, uh, need a hundred mill’ (Uh-huh)
All without a deal, all, all, all without a deal, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I done coppe a crib, yeah (All without a deal, yeah, uh-huh)
Diamonds chandelier, yeah (All, all, all without a deal, uh)
Spent a bag at LIV (Spent a bag at LIV), that’s just how I live (That’s just how I live)
Did it by myself (Did it by myself), even papa wasn’t here, uh (Papa wasn’t here)

[Outro]
(What’s up?)
Yeah, out my face (What’s up?)
She got her own thing, she gangsta servin’ bass (What’s up?)
Got another couple thousand for her shape, mm (What’s up?)