Lyrics

In this race, im Michael Phelps Place u ain't never been Pace u ain't never felt Outer Space Gucci, This must be Orions Belt Out of state coochie, she fuck me an don't let no one else Huh i ride the beat like im inside my house Lights off yeah i can find the couch Lights off nigga i can catch a mouse 45 hit his tail, brains out his mouth We ain't worried bout the stains, cuz we'll wash it out Leave his egg scrambled like waffle house You know its real gang gang ain't no squashing out We squading up an then we bring the squadron out Tell em hold em up Kush be rolling up That outer state, like we out of town How u keep on balling when u out of bounds Ya gun got a filter, its been out of rounds You out of line till u lost n found Lose ya life, not a like when u crossing town Cuz Ig cant save you No I.T but my tec going grade u Vitals aint stable I don't watch tv, i power my cable Takeover ya trap with the Kane im Abel No pay cuts, u take cuts ill engrave u Long hours, no showers, she might smell my navel But still let me fuck till i nut, my hazel Her tits on grapefruit, popping out her spacesuit We get high But stay fly like 36 We stay juiced When i pee i see lean When i nut she taste goose Got damn this bitch wild She ate child like hey Zeus Oh my god, You think that it'll be odd to do a menage Pull up by the garage, hop out with all this sauce Lean sippin, Gucci down like a boss 8 planes n a loft, goddamn i could dream right? It just seem right, but fuck that i got to get my team right
Writer(s): Rich Simms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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