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Don Trip
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Neil Amstrong
(Verse) Kill a nigga over nothing Run from fast money, is a control substance I'm addicted to it, bitch I got the shakes And I hit the Rove runnin like I cut the brakes Sharp blade to his knee, tell him cut the cake Point a bitch took my dick, tell er fuck a date 95, got that slow money, call it steel mills GPS, ask what's my destination, I say straight to hell I'm not jokin baby, I'm so Dave Chapelle I'm so sick and fat, if I'd try to weight myself I'd break the scale Where's my competition, I'm so tired of having to face myself I keep killin this shit and killin this shit, I might have to pace myself
(Pre-Hook) With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face I got so much on my plate But I wouldn't dare take a break Baby I'm so fresh to death, I have a wake every day I'mma stay strapped til I die I'll take my glock to my grave
(Hook) Give me space, give me space Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space Give me space, give me space I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space Give me space! Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space Give me space! I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
(Verse) Stay in yo lane, I don't give a fuck how you ride, I ain't too famous to fire I got young niggas with me shootin while they tryna break a tie And life's too short to take yo time I spend every day on the grind You just in the way of the grind No hesitation, you dyin if you ever play with what's mine Trap nigga bout my Nike sign and my life in times Loved a pretty bitch round my dick like her license expired I'm so motherfuckin high, I may just take this so much space So good the sun will break I'm with this shit, that's more than some would say And one would say the truth I already lost If this is a number's race You should have funds to chase instead you soak until you runnin a play And you don't run the streets You know what's yo mind's you don't even run yo plates I wouldn't be bout it wit yo pretending ass but I can't even concentrate 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
(Pre-Hook) With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face I got so much on my plate But I wouldn't dare take a break Baby I'm so fresh to death, I have a wake every day I'mma stay strapped til I die I'll take my glock to my grave
(Hook) Give me space, give me space Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space Give me space, give me space I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space Give me space! Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space Give me space! I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
(Verse) But I stare the devil dead in the face Tell em if I go to hell he gon need a new place Drove myself insane, tryna get my own fate Lil nigga still swingin, never left the home place, draw yo drapes Close yo curtains, shut yo blinds, stay inside It's a jungle outside, they put money over pride I put money on my mind and my mind in the may At yo motherfuckin throat, bout to show you how to shave
(Pre-Hook) With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face I got so much on my plate But I wouldn't dare take a break Baby I'm so fresh to death, I have a wake every day I'mma stay strapped til I die I'll take my glock to my grave
(Hook) Give me space, give me space Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space Give me space, give me space I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space Give me space! Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space Give me space! I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
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