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space gas - klokwerk e lyrics

(klokwerk e)

[verse 1: billy]
show me where the party at
sippin’ on some sp*ce gas enough to make your lungs collapse
keep your (?) garbage bag
(?) got the k!ller grass
smoking enough potent dope to bring rick james back
aiming for my duffle then i’m aiming where your braids at
breaking in your brain wave slowly now you can taste that
me and (?) are holy rollers and we go way back
you got an h*ll of an ego homie we gon’ change that

[verse 2: kyle]
change lanes and hang of a string but we gon’ bring pain
strange things visions of greys doing a brain change
break veins, klokwerk e banging like dope mane
no games, came with the gas not talking propane
jose, sh*t with some b*tches that wanna get hooked (huh)
drip nuts, shaking her b*tt she tryna get bucks
get paid, we making tracks and then they get play
we take a mass amount of shrooms don’t even get waste

[chorus: billy]
sp*ce gas til’ i laugh take a dab now, 8 tabs
b*tch i’m zooted we don’t pass out (bang pow!)
whole crew finna act out shorty got an ass gotta hit her with the smackdown
[verse 3: billy]
b*tch i’m turnt up too faded your crew hate it
yeah i burn some now i chop her up in the bas*m*nt
then i pop one two three and made her eat then i’m a problem not done til’ the cops come
get your god dum mom off me i’m feeling saucy
got the condoms, all up on me you tryna party
pop a d*mn lung on the whip*its they taste delicious
no you can’t come hippies only we tripping homie
i’m too f*cked up sippin’ slowly she tryna blow me
i’ma bust one down her throat*y we getting cozy
it’s too much fun smoking pizzas and eating reefers (whaaat)
got a f*ck ton of the nitrous we getting hype as f*ck
ain’t n0body getting quite as high as us we lighting up
every change we get i’ll smack a punk up if he acting tough
got a group of greys in the sp*ceship ready to back us up
tell nasa to send the gas up and come and huff with us

[chorus: billy]
sp*ce gas til’ i laugh take a dab now, 8 tabs
b*tch i’m zooted we don’t pass out (bang pow!)
whole crew finna act out shorty got an ass gotta hit her with the smackdown

[verse 4: kyle]
i hit her with that raw sh*t don’t argue with me
pass the spiff to billy then we doing robbery spree
you got the best around if you coming copping from me
hop in g, poppin’ shots at every cop on the street
probably best to stop it woadie ain’t no topping me g
chopping the beef you throwing 40 while she top me for free
but i’m a problem stop the talking you get slapped in the t**th
boy i’m a dog chasing pawgs tryna get me a treat
(pawg. p*a*w*g. phat ass white girls)
i’m sippin’ sp*ce gas you can’t kick it with me with your lame ass
really getting trippy out in public f*ck a facemask
i just got a check, i’m like really where the bank at
hit her with a tap and i told her take that
i f*cked her, i been getting bread got my bucks up
i can’t feel my feet i’m getting sucked up
i can’t catch a catch but the coke is getting tucked up
hit you in the face when i come through with my nunchucks
[chorus: billy]
sp*ce gas til’ i laugh take a dab now, 8 tabs
b*tch i’m zooted we don’t pass out (bang pow!)
whole crew finna act out shorty got an ass gotta hit her with the smackdown

- klokwerk e lyrics

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