Space Bass
You ain't meet me? Well ya bout to know me
I'll get the room to move a mountain for me
So smooth you might leave without your shorty
So rude I'll smack the shit up out ya homie
My jeans sit with the mean fit
Ya bitch thirsty she peeps it
Give her a drink if she needs it
You know my plans for the evening
I'm bout to take this one to the face and embrace it
They fiends but I'm more like tracks and bass hits
She say she wants one night getting impatient
I guess her man's the definition of what lame is
She wanna hang with winners with good taste, kid
Still know niggas who's fighting couple of cases
Throw a party, cognac by the cases
Your gonna wanna tape it
Hey, you're standin in the way
Move, ya better make a move
Hey, you know you gotta gimme my
Space, I'm goin to the moon
Outta this world and you mad at it
Outta space and you average
Outta the world with swag bitch
Outta space and you average
Outta the world and you mad bitch
Outer space and you average
Say what ya think but ya don't know me
All that means you ain't fam or one of the homies
Spend a couple thousand on some rollies
And I ain't keeping time I'm burnin them OZ's
So much style here, don't even gotta say
Hey, I don't care what he bout to say
Hey, it don't amount to what I'm bout to say
If you ain't with me, get up out my way
I don't do the coke, I be high from the bass
It's like ya bitch, only gets high from the papes
I throw ya gun in the trash put the nine in the waste
It's hot? I guess it's cause I'm in the place
Savage nigga, I don't even dine with the plate
Hypnotic highway bullets put ya mind inna state
If he said I ain't ill then he lied to ya face
If he said i ain't ill then he lied to ya face
Hey, you're standin in the way
Move, ya better make a move
Hey, you know you gotta gimme my
Space, I'm goin to the moon
Outta this world and you mad at it
Outta space and you average
Outta the world with swag bitch
Outta space and you average
Outta the world and you mad bitch
Outer space and you average
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
I'll get the room to move a mountain for me
So smooth you might leave without your shorty
So rude I'll smack the shit up out ya homie
My jeans sit with the mean fit
Ya bitch thirsty she peeps it
Give her a drink if she needs it
You know my plans for the evening
I'm bout to take this one to the face and embrace it
They fiends but I'm more like tracks and bass hits
She say she wants one night getting impatient
I guess her man's the definition of what lame is
She wanna hang with winners with good taste, kid
Still know niggas who's fighting couple of cases
Throw a party, cognac by the cases
Your gonna wanna tape it
Hey, you're standin in the way
Move, ya better make a move
Hey, you know you gotta gimme my
Space, I'm goin to the moon
Outta this world and you mad at it
Outta space and you average
Outta the world with swag bitch
Outta space and you average
Outta the world and you mad bitch
Outer space and you average
Say what ya think but ya don't know me
All that means you ain't fam or one of the homies
Spend a couple thousand on some rollies
And I ain't keeping time I'm burnin them OZ's
So much style here, don't even gotta say
Hey, I don't care what he bout to say
Hey, it don't amount to what I'm bout to say
If you ain't with me, get up out my way
I don't do the coke, I be high from the bass
It's like ya bitch, only gets high from the papes
I throw ya gun in the trash put the nine in the waste
It's hot? I guess it's cause I'm in the place
Savage nigga, I don't even dine with the plate
Hypnotic highway bullets put ya mind inna state
If he said I ain't ill then he lied to ya face
If he said i ain't ill then he lied to ya face
Hey, you're standin in the way
Move, ya better make a move
Hey, you know you gotta gimme my
Space, I'm goin to the moon
Outta this world and you mad at it
Outta space and you average
Outta the world with swag bitch
Outta space and you average
Outta the world and you mad bitch
Outer space and you average
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Bad bitch, we baggin em
Swag on maximum
Credits
Writer(s): Homar Wilson
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