Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Space Danco, artist - Curtis Williams. Date of issue: 28.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Space Danco |
| Who them young niggas blowing loud in the Dutch, all Raw no Swishers |
| I’m just trying to make a lot of money bring it home split it up with my niggas |
| Been told you box logos no v-necks keep it G till a young nigga finished |
| Know these boys see your nigga winning they don’t wanna see this young nigga |
| with it |
| Got a check and put them crosses on my denim |
| Bedroom like Jimmy’s I be swimming in the woman |
| Brand new Bape and I wore it for the bitches |
| Went and made a lot bitch I’m still trying to get it |
| Said I wanted a M, ask label what I got |
| Roll it and I smoke it if I want it then I cop |
| Guess that’s how you living when you start living |
| The way a nigga stunting hurt a nigga’s feelings |
| I ain’t drop a verse unless I’m finna get paid or I’m fucking with my brothers |
| (on the real) |
| Then i told my brother curtis imma have the beat wrapped up like a cover |
| Fuck you chatting bout if it ain’t me |
| This is Danny Seth, I ain’t Danny Glover (Danny Seth motherfucker) |
| And the clothes I’m rocking so fucking rare just to find them man think you |
| need a compass |
| My hand up in your girl like she’s a puppet |
| And I’m repping london city like a motherfucking crumpet |
| Always blowing on the loud so man I’m feeling like a trumpet |
| And if you hear the *skrr skrr* then that means I’m fucking coming |
| I ain’t fuck with police cause I’m never ever cuffing |
| Put the dick inside her mouth it touch her tummy |
| Nike boy the way I fucking run it |
| Two-9 thats my family like cousins |
| So much Bape on me like a dark skin Nigo |
| Pockets on fat jeans looking like casino |
| All my real niggas keep a gun by the peep hole |
| Don’t point a gun at my people |
| If you got a problem we can solve it calculator |
| My niggas keep machine guns careless no Slater |
| I’m going hard for my paper |
| If you intervene in between see you later |
| My plug got the 9 with a beam in the drum |
| My nigga could see the beam on the sun |
| Bitch i had a dream and i wrote in my blunt |
| Woke up and got to the money like where the fuck is the money |
| Say my name I appear like that tall black nigga with bees |
| Couple reds and blues, like Jigga with Bey |
| Nah nigga I see shots delivered at me |
| I chill, I sick, kill |
| I dog so i sit |
| So much Bape on me like a dark skin Nigo |
| Pockets on fat jeans looking like casino |
| All my real niggas keep a gun by the peep hole (gun by the peep hole) |
| It’s the Light Skin Mac-11 |
| I was dead broke with no daddy present |
| Had me feeling like Pac with that Smith and Wesson |
| Can’t a nigga tell me nothing bout no fucking pressure |
| Now I’m looking like Biggie in his black Jeep |
| Codeine got me moving at a slow speed |
| Pull up to my shows name in the Marquee |
| I’m in the back seat counting up currency |
| And my last bitch is white she don’t fuck with me |
| I’m a giant on the building know you fucking see |
| Master mind got me feeling like Mawasaki |
| Ruff-Ryder do a wheelie on the Kawasaki |