Текст песни
Yeah. Uh yo, the club is outer space 'cause All the stars in here tonight. One shot, I send you upstairs to Christ. No fear of flying, never had a fear of Flights. You can't make it to the top if You scared of heights. Black affair, I'm wearing White. I'm back in here with a pair of Nikes. Wearing one time, wearing twice. Get scuffed up, I pair them nice. My Nike Airs, Air flights. I lace 'em up, wear 'em tight. See a lot of niggas in here tonight. Alcoholics, they here to fight. Niggas bitch-made with they bitch ways. Getting pissed 'cause I get paid. Cut niggas off, switchblade. Fuck around, get cut six ways. Get mad 'cause your bitch wait. That's bitch shit, I'm rich, bitch. Niggas acting like they wanna get sprayed. When the beat falling off like sick days. Bitch wave, that's bitch shit. I'm rich, bitch, let's light 'em up. Bitch wave, that's bitch shit. I'm rich, bitch, let's light 'em up. Bitch wave, that's bitch shit. I'm rich, bitch, let's light 'em up. Beat falling off like sick days. Uh yo, I'm swishing up green flower leaves. Swish a blunt, Sour D's. Mix it up, mild trees. To my eyes, it's Taiwanese. Swisher King, Swisher King. Razor blunt, my wrist a bling. Take a puff, it begins to ring. This shit so loud, this shit could ring car Alarms, fire alarms. Model chick in fire arms. Truth, I got that firearm. Blow one down, that fire bomb. I'm writing an S like the best. Go left to right, right to left. To make it out, we fight to death. Fuck you paying me, slice a check. Taking off, taking flights. Never taking off, we breaking lights. We break 'em off, break 'em right. They making threats, we don't take 'em light. Been counted on, counted out. Hundred racks, we count it out. Going to jails and bounded out. Stabbed in the back, then found it out. Got hated on, been traded on. What didn't kill me made me strong. Sideways, nigga try to play me wrong. Seen a lot of niggas get faded on. Clocked out, Glocks out. Ball that Jag, top out. When I hop out, they cop out. Play no games, locked out. Haha, bitch wave, that's bitch shit. I'm rich, bitch, let's light 'em up. Bitch wave, that's bitch shit. I'm rich, bitch, let's light 'em up. Bitch wave, that's bitch shit. I'm rich, bitch, let's light 'em up. Beat falling off like sick days.
Fredro Starr — Outer Space
«Outer Space» — Fredro Starr. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:27. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
