Soulja Boy - Outer Space | Текст песни

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• Soulja Boy
• Outer Space

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My diamonds are casted,
Rims wrapped in plastic,
I'm in outerspace,
Chillin with the Jetsons,
My flow is perfected,
My goons over-protective,
Smoking presidential,
My weed is elected,
I am well-respected,
I am well-connected,
I am in the hood,
In the hood nigga section,
You girl is my food,
I had her for breakfast,
And after we sexed man,
I left that bitch breathless,
This is not school,
So please do not test this,
My flow is illegal,
My vocals arrested,
You don't want beef,
You must know the police,
Your girl sucked on my dick,
And it felt like she had no teeth,
Soulja Boy Tell Em',
Yeah I am a beast man,
In hip-hop I go ham,
Now let's have a feast man,
You are a dog,
A dog off the leash man,
If you feel like a frog,
Than go ahead and leap man,
I'm on my green shit,
My football field team shit,
You're on your wack shit,
That you have no swag shit,
I might fuck your girl,
Or I might just fuck that bitch,
Or that bitch, or that bitch, or that bitch, or that bitch,
After I fuck make her make me a sandwich,
I am so random,
Girls think that's handsome,
Haters hate mad throwimg temperature tantrums,
Soulja Boy killed them,
Fucked them,
Downed them