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letra de space - w3s, lil xay, & little bomb

(hook: w3s)
hop in the ship
we going to sp-ce (yeah, yeah)
said i should smash in the back of the benz, oh well f-ck it i may (yeah, yeah)
i’ll make it brief for the people who ain’t comprehending the case (yeah, yeah)
i don’t want paper cuts, so i won’t sacrifice money i made (yeah, yeah)
hop in the ship
we going to sp-ce (yeah, yeah)
said i should smash in the back of the benz, oh well f-ck it i may (yeah, yeah)
i’ll make it brief for the people who ain’t comprehending the case (yeah, yeah)
i don’t want paper cuts, so i won’t sacrifice money i made (yeah, yeah)

(verse 1: w3s)
y’all are falling like the season (season)
i am balling undefeated (‘feated)
shorty loco and she teasing (teasing)
getting undressed for no reason (reason)
when i’m out and asking questions no one got the answer that i’m really needing (needing)
why in the f-ck did you p-ssies switch up on me like it was treason?
f-ck it i’m eating
baguettes gon’ be on my wrist like no wonder my veins is so freezing
i got the green lit
one day i’m finna go over and pray to suburbia’s jesus
what is the meaning?
no surprise here, got no answer i’m leaving
nothing behind me except for this path on my -ss to greatness, wealth, and fame, that i’m leading
everyone sleeping

(verse 2: little bomb)
woo, woo
hopping in (hop)
hottest sh-t, dropping it (drop)
got ‘em lit off of it (yeah)
lotta hits (whoah)
shop a bit, cop a fit (d-mn)
rocking the populace (pop)
i am so dominant, y’all are incompetent, i stay on top like a condiment (ooh)
karate, i’m chopping it, i be like dots and dip, never a break, only clocking in (true)
tending the throne, come with that bullsh-t, i’m sending it home
look at the game, it’s pretenders and clones
don’t be jacking, i ain’t lending this flow, no
born with the sk!lls, what i’m grinding for is more than the mills (ay)
f-ck a perc-y, i’m ignoring the pills (whoah)
got so much juice, when i’m pouring, it spills (spills)
i don’t need no producer (no)
so fly, might overshoot you (brra, brra)
so far ahead of my time (oh yuh)
you think i’d know the future (god d-mn)
make ‘em all shake like earthquake (quake)
speakers loud, hear that wordplay (yuh)
yeah i’m boutta score (score)
feels like i’m on third base (yeah, yeah)
flying off to outer sp-ce, i’m in the c-ckpit
always rolling with the people that i rock with
looking clean, yeah you know my ship is spotless
kick it into sixth gear, racing with the comets (yeah)

- w3s lil xay little bomb

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