• XTRA TERRESTRIAL
Jazz Cartier
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(? let me out) Turn me up, yuh If we on the team, we ain't sharin' different goals We came from nothin' and we did it on our own I appreciate the highs, can't forget about the lows Young nigga steady comin' out the cold, woah I need a milli by next year Don't look for me when the check clear I've been on cruise control You really don't wanna see me on my next gear On track, he make it louder No love for you cowards Why your face so sour? I've just been takin' my chances Turn my dungeon into a mansion I Diddy bop in the Hamptons And MMMBop by the Hansons Big wolf on campus Come pop it for the camera Met a ting from Atlanta Try to tell me she a dancer And I keep my bidness in tabs I say a prayer every morning I keep them demons off my back She say, "'Cuzzi please relax" Go and tell 'em I'm relaxed And everyday I'm spittin' facts, yeah I'm extra-terrestrial (I'm so outer space) The plug, the professionnal (it's a cold case) Niggas, they be blowin' smoke (oh woo, oh woo) F*ck it, we gon' let 'em blow (let 'em know) Situation's gettin' sticky (yah) My nigga rollin' with the blicky (my nigga rollin' with the blicky) Young nigga from the city Shit, it's really hard to miss me, yeah Ay, ay, ay I got a penny for thought (yeah) Look at the niggas that came at Jacuzzi Promise you many have lost (lost) We are not losing this toss (yeah) I keep my bags in the vault (yeah) Say you a real nigga but my shit pile high, never your fault Livin' by cause and effect I'ma go grind for the check We gon' pull up in the Porsche Then we gon' leave in the jet Then we gon' even a bet, ay I see you talkin' instead of makin' a record But don't wanna see me obsessed Momma, tellin' me I need sleep Tell her, "I'm gonna sleep when I'm dead" Bitches are losing their minds I still come through with the time She will not f*ck with a swine The moment I f*ck her and leave her, Jacuzzi gon' be on her mind You want my time you gotta pay But I ain't payin' you no mind I've been out of space, out of my mind I'm extra-terrestrial (I'm so outer space) The plug, the professionnal (it's a cold case) Niggas, they be blowin' smoke (oh woo, oh woo) F*ck it, we gon' let 'em blow (let 'em know) Situation's gettin' sticky (yah) My nigga rollin' with the blicky (my nigga rollin' with it) Young nigga from the city Shit, it's really hard to miss me, aye I'm extra-terrestrial (I'm so outer space) The plug, the professionnal (it's a cold case) Niggas, they be blowin' smoke (oh woo, oh woo) F*ck it, we gon' let 'em blow (let 'em know) Situation's gettin' sticky (yah) My nigga rollin' with the blicky (rollin' with the blicky, yah) Young nigga from the city Shit, it's really hard to miss me (aye) Yeah, shh Bases Loaded 'Cuzzi man, yeah
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Written by: Jahmarie Wishart Adams
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