Testo OUTER SPACE - Yus Gz
Testo della canzone OUTER SPACE (Yus Gz), tratta dall'album THE BAT CAVE
Two-tone AP, bitch, I'm bust down out the face
I don't care 'bout nobody, you could keep that bitch, I don't care 'bout who she date
Lambo' speedin', I don't do 'Raris, I'm in the crosstown in LA
My life different, and I like money, I'm tryna take it all outer space
She dependin' on the next nigga, shit be fucked up, how she get away, huh?
Big dog, doo-doo, I watch it shit all up in her face, huh
She think she a TD, I'ma be dyin', just lookin' at ace, huh
Bitch, you late, I brought a crib in another state, huh
I be with demons, vampires, baby, you never swam with a shark
Stay in my lane 'cause I know I'm a star, big Don Dada, bitch on my knob
One day I'ma foreign out the car, I ain't rich yet, but I'm really super smart
Try to play, phew, reach it and spark, they never saw a devil in the dark
Rolls-Royce Phantom, big double R, I'ma bulletproof the whole car
Big boss, I throw the car on park, and I don't need no keys when it's time to start
Down on the SEV, let's speed in the dark, they see VVS hittin', it bark
Out one-nighter, we gon' do art, uh (huh)
Bitch don't love me, she want money, she want the food on my plate, uh
Know you don't wanna make me catch a body, better go find a new bae, uh
Big roadrunner, I got the racks, my shoebox my safe
She like, "Bae, hey", now, if I buy you Channelly, would you buy a Wraith?
Two-tone AP, bitch, I'm bust down out the face
I don't care 'bout nobody, you could keep that bitch, I don't care 'bout who she date
Lambo' speedin', I don't do 'Raris, I'm in the crosstown in LA
My life different, and I like money, I'm tryna take it all outer space
She dependin' on the next nigga, shit be fucked up, how she get away, huh?
Big dog, doo-doo, I watch it shit all up in her face, huh
She think she a TD, I'ma be dyin', just lookin' at ace, huh
Bitch, you late, I brought a crib in another state, huh
Bitch, you late, I brought a crib in another state, huh
Stay out the way, 'cause one day I'ma be paid, huh
Give me that chain, like, my city like LA, huh
Rob a bank, we gon' get it 'til that day come
They jackin' gang, but niggas never wanna lay some
Designer chain, I spent like 50, check the income
She wanna bang every time a nigga link up
Ring-ring, money callin', I'ma pick up
New chains, foreign brain, V12 engine in my lane
She jack the slang, "What's yo' name?"
Life is good, mmm-hmm
Two-tone AP, bitch, I'm bust down out the face
I don't care 'bout nobody, you could keep that bitch, I don't care 'bout who she date
Lambo' speedin', I don't do 'Raris, I'm in the crosstown in LA
My life different, and I like money, I'm tryna take it all outer space
She dependin' on the next nigga, shit be fucked up, how she get away, huh?
Big dog, doo-doo, I watch it shit all up in her face, huh
She think she a TD, I'ma be dyin', just lookin' at ace, huh
Bitch, you late, I brought a crib in another state, huh
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