Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OUTERSPACE, artist - Don Toliver.
Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
OUTERSPACE |
This the 7−1-3 motherfuckin' Don T |
Ayy, this your boy, Cardo, man |
Me and Keem just touched down in H-Town |
Know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
Ayy, man, come pick us up in one of those SLABS, you know what I’m sayin'? |
One of them shits with the elbows hangin' out |
Ayy, tap in |
I say, «What's up, man? |
It’s Booman, I’m back again» |
Let your friends know, can you braid my hair like Iverson’s? |
I’m just playin', woah, I got movie hoes, top actresses on the channel |
Most of my hoes know how to play the piano |
Bitch, I’m movin' stealth, just ask yourself, have you seen me? |
«He got two hoes, oh, shit, he’s Baby Keemy» |
You went too long, and you know it’s time to see me |
In and out the state, yeah, this shit up for take, yeah |
You mistreat that ho, make her feel out of place, yeah |
That’s a big mistake, I cannot relate, huh |
Me and my girl movin' at a pace, hmm |
If that shit movin' too fast, I hit the brakes |
I said, «What's up, ho? |
It’s boolin', I’m back again» |
Tell your friend though, I can see the money through the lens |
I’m just sayin', though, know my baby really top ten |
Pushin' that powder Benz off of that cash that I thought I spent (Uh-huh) |
'82 Rolls (Yeah-yeah), twenty-one wins (Yeah-yeah) |
I’ma let you go in peace, but I see it how I see |
Baby, keep on callin', huh, controllin' me |
But I, I can never lie, only way to try |
I cannot decide, middle of July |
Oh, oh-oh |
Oh-yeah, yeah-yeah |
Ooh-ooh |
Ooh |
Ten toes down, and I’m schemin' and shit |
Eviction notice, lil' bih, get off my penis and shit, yeah |
I’m the type to talk about my demons and shit |
Tennis chains on, feelin' like Serena and shit |
I got stripes, I got rank |
I’ma run down on an opp, I call it a flank (Flank) |
Bet I cop that choppa, nigga, know I’m shootin' off, these ain’t blanks (Gah, |
gah, gah) |
I’ve been movin' in silence (Yeah), I’m known to keep it private |
I condone the violence (Yeah), if you play with me, I’m slidin' |
Money like that, I’ll spend it for ya (Money like that, I’ll spend it for ya) |
When I want you back, but I can’t employ ya (Want you back, yeah) |
Gotta keep that strap like a militant soldier (Gotta keep that strap, militant) |
And you smokin' that dope, right there, I sold ya |
I thought I told ya (Ooh, ooh) |
I gotta run through the fire, I need a ho like Mariah |
I wanna swerve with the tire, I make the family retire |
I gotta see the hope, be the way |
I gotta free the folks where I lay |
I gotta show the light to the weak |
Dodgin' the fake woke in L.A. |