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. |