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space coupe - unvarying lyrics

woah, yeah
always riding in a sp*ce coupe, pull up i shoot
yeah
knots on my trues, got lotta troops
gotta whole lotta cash, now they all care
these b*tches pick and choose

way too much money, all on the floor
there is always more
my wrist always wet like a shore
she sucking my d*ck she want more
yea yea (she want more)
but i said yea (cuz i’m not normal)
yea i’m not normal

got a big heart on my chest, sike
only care about the cheques, right
bad b*tch, she on skype lookin’ alright
all my rings are diamonds, shinin’, they bright (bling, blaow)

really rich, true! bentley sp*ce coupe!
wearin bout all of my jewels, i’m really glad i made it to the moon
so i pour me some booze
i just go act a fool, g19 is my tool
that i use when i just ride around, your block, (pow!)
yeah
no*scope when i ride around, got all the racks, i’m under?
imma just go to the
go to the moon, go to the moon, yea!
we up in outersp*ce
and i got me a base, it’s filled with some martians, they are a cool race
i’m now not the smartest but i know my place
my mind got some artists but they got no fame
except for me, i like it s*xually, yea
no, i’m not talkin’ ’bout that, i’m talking ’bout me and your gnat!

i put a hole in your hat
(pow!)
bullet holes in your guys, lookin’ like cheese
so much money on me lookin’ like it grows on a d*mn money tree
send about 100p, went a bought a new fit
and it cost 10gs, for the tees thank rick!
remington for the gun, keep that sh*t by my hip
or i keep it in my trunk, smoking that skunk
yeah!
that sh*t is all up
it’s up!

(balling up sounds)

smokin’ the pack in the coupe, with all my troops
we do not need to recoup, heh
smoke in the coupe with the troops (za za!)
b*tches they showin’ their b00bs (ta*tas!)
when i’m in the coupe, i feel like jay*z
stars in the ceiling make b*tches crazy
these percocet tens, they make me dizzy
i look at her friend, and think i want three

nothing but dior my feet, i’m kidding
this sh*t is balenci, it’s written!
i count the money while i’m sh*ttin’
‘cuz i’m the richest in the building
richest in the building, that is how i’m feelin’
just like i’m a villian
finna pop a pill and, then i will be chilling
that is how i’m living

that is how i’m livin’
yea, that is how…
woah
yeah

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