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(Ayy, Space, we astronauts with this shit) Yeah (I just need my space right now) I'm thinkin' 'bout changin' the culture Takin' the sauce, then hidin' from vultures Five-star, take it to the bitch like a office Labels, they hurt, can't make me a offer They say that they saw me Peepin', they watchin', they lookin' Stop with the gangs, you a rookie Foreigns, I'm pushin' Lean back, play with her pussy Can't keep the cup on the top (Ayy, ayy) Told her I love her, but I'm not with settlin', probably repetitive Protectin' my energy That Quagen my remedy, I'm thinkin' God gave me drugs, he protectin' my enemies I gave her money, I hope she forgive me 'Til I'm in her city I fuck up and take a ho right in the back of a HEMI, still curvin' a rookie I'm really fightin' them demons, still sick of them 30s, but I'm still gon' fuck with the 20s They tell me these niggas been pressin' around with the stretcher, but I get my shit from my auntie Game from my uncle, fuck is a L? Get Ws, flip it around, I get money She ate like a dog, she know that I'm coming (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Letras de cancionesI'm sunny, bitch I been squeezin' since a youngin (Ayy) I keep on sinnin' myself 'cause I'm bad at listening Post my cup, probably bad for business I be thinkin' everything niggas say cap Rookie ass ho selling out for a app Gettin' high with Macks, say, "Really miss Act'" Nigga want a play and they made him stack City too crazy, you fake it for rap You're in the club, Kevin's in the club, how cool is it after all he's been through to see LaMarcus Aldridge score twenty thousand? (What club? Oh) I'm just playing— From Letras Mania