SPACE CADET
Christo Amp
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Champ Um, yea 5.1.2. 5.1.2., yea It's 5.1.2. shit 5.1.2., yea It's 5.1.2. shit Yea What? Uh Posted in the A Was a chubby nigga sippin' drank Nowadays, a nigga feelin' in shape Rollin' up shake Lookin' at the bud of this weight Like damn, a nigga 'bout to get paid See, I stay out the way Ridin' with my niggas and we blaze Prob'ly with a bitch, pretty face Plottin' on my escape Tryin' to get a brand new estate Tryin' to get a boat on a lake Wait, wait Baby, come-come now Come to big poppa We can make a family She my lil' mama Dick on her mind I can make a bitch holler Chips on my mind Yea, I got a lil' some'n Baby, come-come now Come to big poppa We can make a family She my lil' mama Dick on her mind I can make a bitch holler Chips on my mind Yea, I want them big dollars Champ Take your bitch and then I make her wet Fuckin' with a nigga that she can't forget She ain't met a nigga that can take it there See, now, you fuckin' with a space cadet (yea, yea yea) Take your bitch and then I make her wet Fuckin' with a nigga that she can't forget She ain't met a nigga that can take it there See, now, you fuckin' with a space cadet (yea, yea yea) Wave to the haters with a blunt in hand Long-haired Rasta, the ganja man Shawty said she wanna have fun again Now, she on my line trynna hump again Them boys childish, 'cause they pretend Them boys losers, I play to win Mash on the gas, stay away from them Grown ass man is the state I'm in Why them niggas always lookin' for some'n Do yourself a favor, go and get you some money Rather 9 to 5, or goin' back to your hustle When they think you weak, that's when you show 'em some mustle Had to go and get it, ain't no one gave me nothin' In the winter storm like I can't wait for the Summer Nigga, I'm a lion, I was born in the jungle You's a bitch nigga, someone get him a muzzle (shhh) Locked up in a pod with my cellies and junkies Now, I'm back to the trap and my celly be jumpin' Niggas talk hard but, they really some gummies Niggas talk smart but, they really some dummies Trust what I'm sayin', believe me dawg Anything you love might steal your heart Picture who you'd be if you gave your all Just keep peace of thought and just play your part Champ Take your bitch and then I make her wet Fuckin' with a nigga that she can't forget She ain't met a nigga that can take it there See, now, you fuckin' with a space cadet (yea, yea yea) Take your bitch and then I make her wet Fuckin' with a nigga that she can't forget She ain't met a nigga that can take it there See, now, you fuckin' with a space cadet (yea, yea yea)
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