Space Race
The Fuccbois
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That bitch suck me clean off That hoe about to jack me off To f*ck, or to not? Not even a question with my thot I don't even have to run from the opps Grapefruit how a bitch suck a fucking cock About to get hair in my mouth, aye You know that's what I'm about, aye I'm not doing it for clout, aye I'm rolling a spliff Your bitch rubbing her clit You know my name is Yung Thicc That bitch kinky, she get out the whip I gotta leave cuz chief this ain't it, bitch I got murder on my hands I went and I did the plan Got the cops all on my back Only one thing is attack I'm not sure I'm coming back Leave all my shit in a sack If I die you'll have it all I'll be free once and for all My soul be flying through space I promise you I'll win the race I guarantee I'll put you in your place Now run along cuz bitch, you ain't safe I encourage you to keep on running Cuz I'm dead and know what's coming Keep your mouth shut, and stop whining If you fucking cross me, uh, you'll end up dying You'll end up dying So less talk, talk And more work, work I see you selling drugs over there by the store Get your easy victims and they're all fucking crackheads Make your easy money while sending them to their deathbead Black diamonds like you in space Transaction brief so I don't catch a case Chopping up the white with them blades Keep a mask, they don't catch my face Drop a few stacks on a car Roof got me up with the stars Take a hit, got me on mars F*ck a bitch, 16 bars Sucka shit hits me hard Racking up points, let me count your cards Dropping stacks when we hit the mall no pushbacks we've come so far Zooland, Ben Stiller Dropping big bands like Glenn Miller This night's plans, might kill her Dropping classics, no filler Drop out, we gon' drop in Can't see us, no drop pin This the only option Make it work, 'bout to clock in Dick in your bitch throat, can't speak yuh I'ma let the bitch go, money don't leave yuh I'ma let the bitch know puffing this weed yuh Chop a white bitch up, Twin Peaks yuh Ooo shit, look at this wrist Diamonds glistening like your bitch Credit card you razor thin When I line it I don't miss, Star
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Written by: Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter
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