Outer space
Da breeze
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I told that hoe to pack her bag, but she know we goin' out of space Young nigga fat racks, it's bout a hundred on the chain I been standin' by the way, I can't get caught up with the J's I been feelin' really down, I told that hoe to give me face That bitch, she ain't tryna f*ck with the J's, don't want a case I don't really give a f*ck, got a bitch down for the chase Talkin' bout she want a bag, in the LCD range I don't got no time for that bitch, we can go to Chick-fil-A Or we can hit up Mickey D's, you could get a six piece With a small fry, can you add a Sprite to that, please If you not, not for the ride, bitch, I can hit you with the peas Kick your ass up out the car, bitch, you can order Uber Eats Bitch, I been chillin' on the low, I don't got no time for hoes What that nigga Tyler said? Bitch, you can catch me with your hoe But you can't catch me in the mix, you know we steady, toting sticks I ain't a sticker butter head, we up the score by like six We smokin' good gas, nigga on the corner that we shoot at That's a new pack, and it's pre-rolled, that's a good pack If I'm up, my nigga's up, nigga don't gotta stress If that hoe wanna touch my phone, nigga know she gotta bless I tell that hoe to pack her bags, she know we goin' out of space Young nigga fat racks, it's bout a hundred on the chain I been standin' up out the way, I can't get caught up by the J's I been feelin' really down, I tell that hoe to give me face I told that hoe to give me necks, told that hoe to give me brains Damn, her friend did it better, I might pull up next day Young nigga stackin' G's, bitch, you know my bread, different head Young B on her back, bitch, you know her head, different I'm in her bed, in her head, why she givin' me head Smokin' that exotic shit, got me floatin' out of space Fine dark skin, huh, I'm in love with her face Just give me some face, she a whole snack, huh Hold on, wait, let me see it from the back, shit too fat She exotic like this weed that I'm smokin', I got racks Work, for it, let me see you throw it back Pass her to my homie, on the left of me, she keep textin' me Lovin' how she sexin' me, I'm fuckin' with her vibe We sneakin' on the low, why you wanna go outside Ayy, hop in a whip, now you can ride Ayy, bust down lace, got you lookin' real fine I'm in love with her accent and in the way how she be movin I told her to throw it back while I'm throwin' all these racks I ain't your ex ain't no comparison, I'm on my own shit And I'm messin' with a boss, bitch, she got her own shit And I ain't dissin', I'm just vibin' to the beat I'm messin' with a freak, and them brown skins and dark skins Always get the best of me She from Coquina key I like my bitches brown like Hennessy This bitch from overseas, she talkin' bout, she love da breeze too
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Written by: Brenniyah Hall, Gabrial Graham
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