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how I maneuver, if I had snipers and a rocket, that be Bradley Cooper. 

Even when I'm on the waitlist, I'm just trying to find my patience. I'm not

these plans, no rockets out the motherland

Little room for error, we gon' be the best forever
Got these hands up on the levers making you think you so

up
Felt's in your city, we don't need any help
Do me a favor, run that
CES, Murs, Strange, we wrote the book

We get the place jumping
They ask Ubi

Aw, yeah!

I'm feeling like a bullet jumping out a gun
I'm feeling like a winner
I feel like the one
You're doing something to me
You're doing

out of space (Out of space)
Green Simon x CEO
Yeah, we jumping on the stage
No, we don't want a piece
Yeah, we want the fucking cake
(Yeah)
We are out

out your league I been that nigga like a protege
Oh what a tragedy, got niggas mad at me
Keep rockets and a quill just like I'm trying to guard

faucet
New turbos big pew, big rocket
Crew came through new move can't stop it
New jays big Dave big plug big socket
Locs too cool too smooth can't chop it

niggas to mines, to theirs
To everyone of y'all niggas
"Amerigo!" be straight jumping off on ya
DJ gotta play that song, put it on, would ya?
New York

I can hear a mean dog barking
And a crooked fox around
The dog against the fence is jumping
The fox is cheating on the side

I can feel the earth

wallets feeling empty cause it's all we know
Trapped inside monopoly, a rocket that is far from home
Opposite the Godly way, while we all put on a show
We

disrespected after that there's repercussions
Look, I might pull up 30 deep with all my cousins
A couple loose screws will have the whole club jumping
Blood

mama skip the talking
Nigga, she came here to get me topless
I nut all on her face then alley oop her
Boy, I coulda played for the Rockets
That itty

with your bitch we hit a quickie
(Oh, oh)
I got the crowd jumping, no hippie, bitch
I'm holding 50 (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, we ain't eating out, but
I got this

Jumping over the shed
Doing all the things you said
It's the end of the game that we play
So there only one final thing left
I wanted to say

Are you

the foreseeable
I got the feeling that anything is achievable
Yeah, summertime madness
I want the birds that's the baddest
I want the Brabus 900 rocket edition

Go ahead and get it
And this dope that I'm spitting
Have your eyes wide
Fucking tripping
I been jumping cloud to cloud
Baby trying to figure out
How

stretched if your niggas moving wock
2 fob pocket rocket yea I tote it in my sock
Niggas said they about that action but they ain't spinning no block
Hope you

can't love these bitches, yeah, they trif
I'll fuck her friend for spite
Bitch I'm balling, like fuck Mike
I stack it to his hight
Money jumping like

change like seasons
She say that she love me I didn't even feel it

Billy passing me this beat I'm gon' kill it
Trap get to jumping we go through

it jumping on bunny
Small fee
Turn into the major league
Line up
Bleed the block for a clip up
Mob boss
May weather with it no loss
Spending cash
I

click
Ima pop shit til it

Like I just drank rocket fuel
I'm feeling blasted
They ain't wanna swim inside my pool
Like it's placid
But thats cool
Cause

Pulled up in them Datsun trucks Hondas and Integras too
Sounding like a rocket coming when they revving with the crew
On them 100 spoke Daytons

be roaring
Yeah I'm diving off the stage, in a moshpit
Yeah that bitch she give me face, she won't stop it
Jumping up, we go in outer space, like

is so toxic
I am obnoxious dope in my pocket plugged like a socket
Taking off like a rocket can't tell me
I'll never stop it metropolis porno flicking