Houston, We Have a Problem!

I beat the pussy, I socked it
Houston, we have a problem
They don't think I got my wings, they wondering why I'm up in the cockpit
Preparing for flight, take off like a rocket
Get out of my sight, get out of my pockets
Get out of the light, they don't need to spot this
I might fuck your wife
I might fuck your bitch
But not out of spite
I know 'bout the locket

Got her facin' it
Lacin' it
Tracin' it
Why keep fuckin' if you fakin' it
Change niggas
All these pictures are the same image
Wait, if you wanna come
Then you gotta paint
Different kinda stuff
Different kinda things
Different kinda-
Maxing
Know I'm taxing
Disappear kinda quick, call it fasting
Disappear in your bitch like a vaccine
If you're here, I'll admit:
This is that scene
I beat the pussy, I socked it
Houston, we have a problem
They don't think I got my wings, they wondering why I'm up in the cockpit
Preparing for flight, take off like a rocket
Get out of my sight, get out of my pockets
Get out of the light, they don't need to spot this
I might fuck your wife
I might fuck your bitch
But not out of spite
I know 'bout the locket

I beat the pussy, I socked it
Houston, we have a problem
They don't think I got my wings, they wondering why I'm up in the cockpit
Preparing for flight, take off like a rocket
Get out of my sight, get out of my pockets
Get out of the light, they don't need to spot this
I might fuck your wife
I might fuck your bitch
But not out of spite
I know 'bout the locket



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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