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charcoal - space cdets, bluesome & chigod lyrics

[hook: bluesome]
yeah, charcoal coupe, (coupe)
black paint, and this sh*t brand new, (brand new)
b*tterfly doors, and the bills is blue, (ay)
talking sh*t but i’m better than you, (ay, ay)
yeah, charcoal coupe, (skirt)
black paint, and this sh*t brand new, (facts)
b*tterfly doors, and the bills is blue, (yuh)
talking sh*t but i’m better than you, (oh)

[verse 1: bluesome]
get my bag when i want it, uh, (bag)
get new shoes when i want ’em, (shoes)
shoes, uh, blue, (blue) it’s bluesome, (bluesome) what it do? b*tch, (b*tch)
get the bag when i’m comin’, comin’ through
yea she bad and she like the, like the, tunes
whip is black, and i hop in the, hop in the coupe
hit my dance, yea i hit my, hit my, shoot, like
yea i’m going in
motherf*cker do this for my fam and for my kin, (yah)
ima get the bag, i get the bag, i only win, (ay)
she just want the guap and to f*ck on my brederin, (yah)
so much money, need to put it in a bread bin, (facts)
raging, ain’t no one ask where my head been, (mad)
ima knock the game over like it’s ten*pin, (mad)
my parents asking me to how i get my bread in, like, (woo, woo, woo)

[verse 2: chigod]
yeah, all black whip, finna talk my sh*t
take you out, run your mouth, and we talk with the stick
yeah, we talk with the sticks, yeah, we talk to the trees
and i talk to the green and the green talk to me
yeah, it talk back, yeah, the money really talk back
thought he had the water ’till he went ahead and got tapped
say you gonna blow up, are you on crack?
you ain’t really got it bro, you ain’t really all that
you don’t mean sh*t to me, claiming victory
she say she sick of me, but she not sick of me
she wanna live with me
b*tch, slow down, king of the industry, run the town
i’m going crazy, mad hatter, no cap
my b*tch is bad, getting badder, true facts
i see my future, it’s platinum plaques
i hit her once, nothing right after that
you the type to run yo’ mouth
i’m the type to f*ck a b*tch, she from down south
she from out houston, so she like the rockets
i got the d*ck that gon’ take her to comets
take her to sp*ce in the wraith, like, woah
i’m finna flex in the place, like, woah
beast like tiger and she want a taste like, ho
she tryna go, i said, “no”

[hook: bluesome]
char* char* charcoal coupe, (coupe)
black paint, and this sh*t brand new, (brand new)
b*tterfly doors, and the bills is blue, (ay)
talking sh*t but i’m better than you, (ay, ay)
yeah, charcoal coupe, (skirt)
black paint, and this sh*t brand new, (facts)
b*tterfly doors, and the bills is blue, (yuh)
talking sh*t but i’m better than you, (oh)

[skit]
chigod: this is tok3n radio, what you just heard was the best f*cking song ever. we’re actually gonna end tok3n radio right now ’cause nothing can top that ’cause n0body f*cking with sp*ce cdets. oh thank you *bleep* for the 500 dollars. f*ck, f*ck uh*
bluesome: [?]
chigod: f*ck the system. f*ck it!
bluesome: f*ck up the system!
chigod: f*ck! f*ck!

- space cdets bluesome chigod lyrics

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