Lyrics:
we're all in Space
You're orthodox, a pillar of your Creed
I'm a Space-alien, or so you've decreed
By the way, Mr. Man, you've got it all wrong,
miss me
You can bring that bitch but you whole click'll still get treated shitty
Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up I'm tired
Just
miss me
You can bring that bitch but you whole click'll still get treated shitty
Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up I'm tired
Just
call
Hit up Vick for sum of my dogs
And they handle it all
Gettin’ bread by the loaf
Then spend it in malls
Get it back
Stack them checks
I’m investing
call
Hit up Vick for sum of my dogs
And they handle it all
Gettin’ bread by the loaf
Then spend it in malls
Get it back
Stack them checks
I’m investing
It's not too late to get it back lil bitch, I'm tryna go up to the ceiling
I'm moving mad like Miles lil bitch, but don't need a Gwen for my feelings
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
a plate (Get a plate)
I'ma show why God is great, yeah
(Yeah! Yeah)
Payroll bussin' out the britches (Bussin")
Got a bad lil' Mrs (She bad)
No, I'm not
before i'm up and out it
Before jump in the game lets get one thing understood,
If you sellin that icecream ya got to make sure its good
Mr. Icecream
GO!
Brand New money, br-brand new boastin'
And ya act brand new and get a brand new coffin
Lil bro I got ya hold ya weight and I'm a spot ya
All
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
(workin'?)
They told him to stop but he's not (can't?)
I'm still sellin' dope by the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin' up
DEBONAIRE: Yo wussup my nigga where the fuck you been?
JT MONEY: Shit, I jus' came from round a bitch house
tryin to get a lil pussy, why'know I
fins
You got all the bread nigga, put up yo Benz
Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Ol skool trophy
somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me
Fucked me a model, need two so I doubled 'em (doubled 'em)
You get hit up by two hoes like it's double dutch (grrt, grrt)
He prolly turn to a rat
Stop it lil' nigga you outta pocket lil' nigga
( Keep talking )
Have yo Mrs. blow me like a rocket lil' nigga
You know i'm KharMohn imma get
[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
Ha Ha, mothaf**kas
It's mothaf**kin Lil One
Up here with my dawg G to P to A
We fin to fuck up all 5 of you
And the rest
[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
Ha Ha, mothaf**kas
It's mothaf**kin Lil One
Up here with my dawg G to P to A
We fin to fuck up all 5 of you
And the rest
damn fuckin' good turn, you into fiends
I hope you know I'm straight up from the hood, love to bang, bang, bang
You make me wanna scratch off, get some
too
Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep, yeah you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay,
what it is
Now we ain't got to hit the club
Know you cold, let's bundle up
I'm just tryna get some love
I hope it wasn't obvious
It's a white
it), I'll keep you posted (ayy)
Ten thousand bands for you (ten), I heard you cozy (let's get it)
I'm 'bout to pull up on a kid (pull up, pull up)
I
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