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lirik lagu spaceship – m6 entertainment & baby marr

[intro]
[?]
(mumbling)

[chorus]
how you gon’ slide on my block and you don’t hit nothing? (yeah)
she just gave me head in the car but i can’t kiss nothing (yeah)
on this earth for eighteen years and i don’t feel nothing (don’t feel nothing)
driving way too fast in the car almost spilled something (almost crashed)
i be on a lot of drugs, acting like it heal something (it ain’t heal)
y’all be posting guns on the ‘gram but y’all ain’t k!ll nothing (pew*pew*pew*pew)
my mans got dog food you knowing he gon’ sell something (he gon’ sell)
ups up in the trap you know that i’ma mail something (phew)

[verse 1]
they was letting off the shots and you ain’t even bust back (yeah)
how you gon’ say that you the realest? you don’t bust straps (yeah)
we don’t really like no body shots, why we bust caps (uh*huh)
have [?] jump out the car, push his wig back (pew*pew)
we don’t attempts, yeah we pull up we gon’ spin back (blrd)
baby marr just got it out the mud, how he did that?
yeah i had a couple packs out, then i flipped that (uh*huh)
he was tryna fight me with the gloves, we gon’ fight straps (yeah)
von just hopped out the car with a black mask
i switch the license plates on the trackhawk fast (h*ll yeah)
i use to have pounds in the motherf*cking trash bag
i ain’t sending out no tweets birdies in a black mask (blrd)
(uh*huh)
[chorus]
how you gon’ slide on my block and you don’t hit nothing?
she just gave me head in the car but i can’t kiss nothing
on this earth for eighteen years and i don’t feel nothing
driving way too fast in the car almost spilled something (almost crashed)
i be on a lot of drugs, acting like it heal something (it heal nothing)
y’all be posting guns on the ‘gram but y’all ain’t k!ll nothing (y’all ain’t k!ll)
my mans got dog food you knowing he gon’ sell something (yeah)
ups up in the trap you know that i’ma mail something

[verse 2]
i had to cut him off for real, he was not my mans
these n*ggas f*cking up the ‘gram, f*cking up my plans
i’m tryna spin on these n*ggas like a ceiling fan
i keep on f*cking n*ggas’ b*tches they gon’ hit my ‘gram ([?])
i hit the b*tch up on main, blocked her on my spam ([?] blocked)
i’m so high up in the air i will never land (i can’t land)
i’m pouring baby bottles out for the ones that’s in the can
i was in the sp*ceship coupe now i’m in the jam (uh)
he can’t come back to the trap ’cause he f*cking banned (he out)
i’m in the kitchen water whipping with the pots and pans (h*ll yeah)
i got them blue hundreds on me rest in peace [?]

[chorus]
how you gon’ slide on my block and you don’t hit nothing? (uh*huh)
she just gave me head in the car but i can’t kiss nothing (h*ll yeah)
on this earth for eighteen years and i don’t feel nothing (i don’t feel nothing)
driving way too fast in the car almost spilled something (skrt)
i be on a lot of drugs, acting like it heal something (yeah)
y’all be posting guns on the ‘gram but y’all ain’t k!ll nothing (ain’t k!ll nothing)
my mans got dog food you knowing he gon’ sell something (yeah)
ups up in the trap you know that i’ma mail something (get ’em out)

- m6 entertainment baby marr

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