SPACEX şarkı sözleri

[Intro] Aha (Woah! Yeah!) Know, we takin' niggas on a slow walk down a long dark path (Woah! [?]) It's nothin' but math, son (Yeah!) Ayo, son (Woah! Yeah!) [Verse 1] Meditating, medical marijuana Patient, Hammurabi text Definite bad bitches out in Texas (Oh yeah!) Suplex, enemies catch [?] from two TECs Soup better than bitches that do my breakfast (Mommy!) No pork for anybody on my guest list Specialist exodus investments, accession (Aha!) No welcome hand, no question (Nah!) Natural selection down the best [?], it's not a blessin', it's the curse ([?]) Angel of death and it saw quick to murk you Twist heavy weight, elevate of a spliff Perfect different circle ([?]) High science, survive base and have your mens fucking with us Niggas facing annihilation (Kill you!) Pupil dilation, live nation (Yay!) Dominican niggas devour with Haitians And for ancestors we pourin' libation (Different!) H20, you need some hydration ([?]) [?], really nobody hatin' (Boom!) And don't know nothin' 'bout a baker (No, nah!) Money fast in the powder raises, son, yo (Oh!) I show baby the bag and it started salivatin' I gave us centuries worth of salvation, son, yo ([?]) I really wanna do songs with Doug E., Jay and Cardi B (Aho) Dominican divas and jazz poets, hear the math and you know it's me, son (Nackman!) Curated by WSG (Oh yay!) Deuce Trey, infatry, incredible counsel (Gang!) Burn metal like welders seven helpers (Aha, [?]) Higher degree celcius and hell need a shelter (Woah) Seltzer water, watch it bubble Listen, I can tell you, no, we not linkin' with no type of felons I give you the boot, bro, you got the [?], son (Yeah) I used to sell crack for a livin', started sellin' pot of dope by the buildin' Pills shortly didn't rafter (Trash!) You think we movin' up but you runnin' in place like a Stairmaster (Aha!) Fear factor Information, internet signal in consens' that you lost niggas in the matrix (Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu) [?], I be like "[?]", my niggas bring in the bricks by the basement, son" ([?]) [Outro] [?], aha Takin' my trips for countin' plenty chips in a different location, yo ([?]) My shit harder than some toxic waste or some radiation, bro (Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu, get [?], son) What's the tale? Find me up in the spacestation, man (Oh-oh) Know what I'm sayin'? Me and Elon Musk, bro (Yeah!) Ha-ha Know what I mean? This shit is... Know what I mean? Dominican jazz rap ([?]) Space X ([?]) Telekinetic, teleportation shit, nigga (We on a space vessel, son) Ayo, beam me up, Gunn Aha-ha (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) Fuck outta here (Fuck outta here, son) (Griselda by Fashion Rebels)