SPACE CADET

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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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