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Yeah, we ain't from 'round here We don't like to sit tight Party in the spacecraft Xenon step and sip light GPS your function You don't know what lit means Space boiz with space dreams Cake creams and ray beams I got my team (I got my team, I got my team) I got my team (I got my team, I got my team) I got my team (I got my team, I got my team) I got my team (I got my team, I got my team) I got niggas on site I got niggas on site I got niggas on site I got niggas on site I got my team (I got my team, I got my team) I got my team (I got my team, I got my team) I got my team (I got my team, I got my team) I got my team (I got my team, I got my team) Sometimes when we're mid-flight Stratosphere I bite my finger in anticipation I can't wait for sweet release Oh, I can't wait for sweet release Yeah, we ain't from 'round here We don't like to sit tight Party in the spacecraft Xenon step and sip light GPS your function You don't know what lit means Space boiz with space dreams Cake creams and ray beams Sorry boy, sorry girl You can not be serious Thinking 'cause you tweak that you can sit with us Twist those fisticuffs and fix to lick our stick Steal our schtick or flip our cuts? Nigga what the fuck? You can't crush the blips and chips like us (God damn) To flip the script now that's a must Life ain't always tap it quick like doubledutch Go and grab your loofa and your rubber duck You fuckboy
Writer(s): Christopher Martin-cody Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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