Farm to Table
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Ayy, bad -ch on my arm, and she's so it, uh
Smoke straight from the farm, and you know this
Ayy, Reposado to sip, how much I pour ya?
She in the Oscar de la Renta, I might have to De La Hoya
Call my lawyer, don't even ask me
-ga, I came fashionably late, our style was CondΓ© Nast
That Pyrex with tight neck, swallow my breath
Hers was more of an architectural digest, I digress with our chest
We both get to speakin' our minds, all kind of interior designs
Superior grapes from inferior vines
Switchin' time zones, these is curious times
It's loose noodles, no furious spoons
Forget the waves if I could bury the moon, I mean
Shh, is gettin' very cartoon
I keep this bad -ch on my arm, and she's so it, uh
Smoke straight from the farm, I know you know this
No boat made our own waves, you hot or cold, no lukewarm
Can't have nobody foldin' more coat hangers my way
No low-hangin' fruit here
I palm trees to the face, won't speak hate to my face
Y'all on some h- sh-
Bad -ch on my arm, and she's so it (I smoke my own shi', man, what's it called? 93 Boyz)
Smoke straight from the farm, and you know this (oh, you ain't heard?)
Uh-huh, this sh- from farm to table
Had to run it up, I never harmed an ankle
And a distribution chain so major, I could start a label
We done got the 93 Boyz hotter than Coral Gables
Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend off, but I'm hardly able
Louis Vuitton liaisons, the Pyer Moss, outta reach of the D.A.'s arms
At Paris Fashion Week, far precedin' you rappers even havin' seats
It's an Amoako Boafo, the shit a masterpiece, I'm fine arts' Master P (uh)
Sidebar Kassius Kayne, my large bag of dreams
My daddy went Yankee, his son slangin' gasoline
A million in the first three months (damn)
That's like two billion streams, we blowin' up like Israel did to Philistines
Gaza Strip, mobbin' through Bethlehem, and I'm rockin' Ricks
They been owin' us for the way they plundered the continent
Got the world buyin' plane tickets off of my Ghana trips
I been walkin' it, my -ga, now let me talk my sh-
Bad - on my arm, and she's no bit- (uh, woo)
93 from the farm, I smoke my own sh-, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Smoke straight from the farm, and you know this
Ayy, Reposado to sip, how much I pour ya?
She in the Oscar de la Renta, I might have to De La Hoya
Call my lawyer, don't even ask me
-ga, I came fashionably late, our style was CondΓ© Nast
That Pyrex with tight neck, swallow my breath
Hers was more of an architectural digest, I digress with our chest
We both get to speakin' our minds, all kind of interior designs
Superior grapes from inferior vines
Switchin' time zones, these is curious times
It's loose noodles, no furious spoons
Forget the waves if I could bury the moon, I mean
Shh, is gettin' very cartoon
I keep this bad -ch on my arm, and she's so it, uh
Smoke straight from the farm, I know you know this
No boat made our own waves, you hot or cold, no lukewarm
Can't have nobody foldin' more coat hangers my way
No low-hangin' fruit here
I palm trees to the face, won't speak hate to my face
Y'all on some h- sh-
Bad -ch on my arm, and she's so it (I smoke my own shi', man, what's it called? 93 Boyz)
Smoke straight from the farm, and you know this (oh, you ain't heard?)
Uh-huh, this sh- from farm to table
Had to run it up, I never harmed an ankle
And a distribution chain so major, I could start a label
We done got the 93 Boyz hotter than Coral Gables
Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend off, but I'm hardly able
Louis Vuitton liaisons, the Pyer Moss, outta reach of the D.A.'s arms
At Paris Fashion Week, far precedin' you rappers even havin' seats
It's an Amoako Boafo, the shit a masterpiece, I'm fine arts' Master P (uh)
Sidebar Kassius Kayne, my large bag of dreams
My daddy went Yankee, his son slangin' gasoline
A million in the first three months (damn)
That's like two billion streams, we blowin' up like Israel did to Philistines
Gaza Strip, mobbin' through Bethlehem, and I'm rockin' Ricks
They been owin' us for the way they plundered the continent
Got the world buyin' plane tickets off of my Ghana trips
I been walkin' it, my -ga, now let me talk my sh-
Bad - on my arm, and she's no bit- (uh, woo)
93 from the farm, I smoke my own sh-, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.42] Ayy, bad -ch on my arm, and she's so it, uh
[00:19.92] Smoke straight from the farm, and you know this
[00:25.27] Ayy, Reposado to sip, how much I pour ya?
[00:28.86] She in the Oscar de la Renta, I might have to De La Hoya
[00:32.04] Call my lawyer, don't even ask me
[00:34.97] -ga, I came fashionably late, our style was CondΓ© Nast
[00:38.32] That Pyrex with tight neck, swallow my breath
[00:41.47] Hers was more of an architectural digest, I digress with our chest
[00:45.98] We both get to speakin' our minds, all kind of interior designs
[00:50.47] Superior grapes from inferior vines
[00:52.56] Switchin' time zones, these is curious times
[00:55.44] It's loose noodles, no furious spoons
[00:57.24] Forget the waves if I could bury the moon, I mean
[01:01.10] Shh, is gettin' very cartoon
[01:04.08] I keep this bad -ch on my arm, and she's so it, uh
[01:11.34] Smoke straight from the farm, I know you know this
[01:14.29] No boat made our own waves, you hot or cold, no lukewarm
[01:17.83] Can't have nobody foldin' more coat hangers my way
[01:20.79] No low-hangin' fruit here
[01:22.22] I palm trees to the face, won't speak hate to my face
[01:25.46] Y'all on some h- sh-
[01:30.56] Bad -ch on my arm, and she's so it (I smoke my own shi', man, what's it called? 93 Boyz)
[01:37.06] Smoke straight from the farm, and you know this (oh, you ain't heard?)
[01:40.93] Uh-huh, this sh- from farm to table
[01:44.16] Had to run it up, I never harmed an ankle
[01:46.44] And a distribution chain so major, I could start a label
[01:49.63] We done got the 93 Boyz hotter than Coral Gables
[01:52.74] Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend off, but I'm hardly able
[01:55.91] Louis Vuitton liaisons, the Pyer Moss, outta reach of the D.A.'s arms
[02:00.81] At Paris Fashion Week, far precedin' you rappers even havin' seats
[02:04.52] It's an Amoako Boafo, the shit a masterpiece, I'm fine arts' Master P (uh)
[02:08.93] Sidebar Kassius Kayne, my large bag of dreams
[02:12.14] My daddy went Yankee, his son slangin' gasoline
[02:15.30] A million in the first three months (damn)
[02:17.39] That's like two billion streams, we blowin' up like Israel did to Philistines
[02:21.87] Gaza Strip, mobbin' through Bethlehem, and I'm rockin' Ricks
[02:25.05] They been owin' us for the way they plundered the continent
[02:28.10] Got the world buyin' plane tickets off of my Ghana trips
[02:31.34] I been walkin' it, my -ga, now let me talk my sh-
[02:34.75] Bad - on my arm, and she's no bit- (uh, woo)
[02:41.26] 93 from the farm, I smoke my own sh-, yeah
[02:50.29] Yeah
[02:53.49] Yeah
[02:56.60] Yeah
[02:57.19]
[00:19.92] Smoke straight from the farm, and you know this
[00:25.27] Ayy, Reposado to sip, how much I pour ya?
[00:28.86] She in the Oscar de la Renta, I might have to De La Hoya
[00:32.04] Call my lawyer, don't even ask me
[00:34.97] -ga, I came fashionably late, our style was CondΓ© Nast
[00:38.32] That Pyrex with tight neck, swallow my breath
[00:41.47] Hers was more of an architectural digest, I digress with our chest
[00:45.98] We both get to speakin' our minds, all kind of interior designs
[00:50.47] Superior grapes from inferior vines
[00:52.56] Switchin' time zones, these is curious times
[00:55.44] It's loose noodles, no furious spoons
[00:57.24] Forget the waves if I could bury the moon, I mean
[01:01.10] Shh, is gettin' very cartoon
[01:04.08] I keep this bad -ch on my arm, and she's so it, uh
[01:11.34] Smoke straight from the farm, I know you know this
[01:14.29] No boat made our own waves, you hot or cold, no lukewarm
[01:17.83] Can't have nobody foldin' more coat hangers my way
[01:20.79] No low-hangin' fruit here
[01:22.22] I palm trees to the face, won't speak hate to my face
[01:25.46] Y'all on some h- sh-
[01:30.56] Bad -ch on my arm, and she's so it (I smoke my own shi', man, what's it called? 93 Boyz)
[01:37.06] Smoke straight from the farm, and you know this (oh, you ain't heard?)
[01:40.93] Uh-huh, this sh- from farm to table
[01:44.16] Had to run it up, I never harmed an ankle
[01:46.44] And a distribution chain so major, I could start a label
[01:49.63] We done got the 93 Boyz hotter than Coral Gables
[01:52.74] Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend off, but I'm hardly able
[01:55.91] Louis Vuitton liaisons, the Pyer Moss, outta reach of the D.A.'s arms
[02:00.81] At Paris Fashion Week, far precedin' you rappers even havin' seats
[02:04.52] It's an Amoako Boafo, the shit a masterpiece, I'm fine arts' Master P (uh)
[02:08.93] Sidebar Kassius Kayne, my large bag of dreams
[02:12.14] My daddy went Yankee, his son slangin' gasoline
[02:15.30] A million in the first three months (damn)
[02:17.39] That's like two billion streams, we blowin' up like Israel did to Philistines
[02:21.87] Gaza Strip, mobbin' through Bethlehem, and I'm rockin' Ricks
[02:25.05] They been owin' us for the way they plundered the continent
[02:28.10] Got the world buyin' plane tickets off of my Ghana trips
[02:31.34] I been walkin' it, my -ga, now let me talk my sh-
[02:34.75] Bad - on my arm, and she's no bit- (uh, woo)
[02:41.26] 93 from the farm, I smoke my own sh-, yeah
[02:50.29] Yeah
[02:53.49] Yeah
[02:56.60] Yeah
[02:57.19]