Juice Wrld - Outer Space lyrics

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Juice Wrld - Outer Space lyrics

[Intro] Are you willin’ to cry for that ho? Are you willin’ to lie for that ho? Are you willin’ to die for that ho? Sure would drink and drive for that ho [Chorus] Had to smash her, pass her Natural disaster Momma say I’m crazy tried to take me to the pastor That sh*t do not matter Both of my pockets fatter Outer space I’m off the drugs I’m feelin’ my face on Saturn Had to smash her, pass her Natural disaster Momma say I’m crazy tried to take me to the pastor That sh*t do not matter Both of my pockets fatter Outer space I’m off the drugs I’m feelin’ my face on Saturn [Verse 1] fu*k a basic b*tch, I really need a trophy, yeah fu*k a basic b*tch, I really need a trophy, yeah She was su*king on my dick just like she know me, yeah 24, I’m ballin’ on ’em like I’m Kobe, yeah Super clutch I’m in the fourth just like Ginóbili, yeah Time is money so I went and got a rollie, yeah I ain’t fu*kin’ with the opposition, ain’t no competition If you hear me, yeah, come and get it, whippin’ in the kitchen I been stackin’, I been flippin’, show you how I’m livin’, look at my car, huh Watch me push a bu*ton to no ceilings, I go far, huh fu*k your b*tch, you know I’m off a hella Xanax bars, huh Took this sh*t too far, mh, fu*ked her in her car, huh I feel like a star, huh, ay, ay, yeah Pull up on him he get—, pull up on him .40 off I am awesome, I got powers like I’m Austin Bombin’ like I’m Boston [Chorus] Had to smash her, pass her Natural disaster Momma say I’m crazy tried to take me to the pastor That sh*t do not matter Both of my pockets fatter Outer space I’m off the drugs I’m feelin’ my face on Saturn Had to smash her, pass her Natural disaster Momma say I’m crazy tried to take me to the pastor That sh*t do not matter Both of my pockets fatter Outer space I’m off the drugs I’m feelin’ my face on Saturn [Verse 2] Pull up on that ni**a, take his b*tch Had to stop and take a pic These Balenciagas not regular kicks You know what it is, tell me what it isn’t R. Kelly with a b*tch, I’ma get the pissin’ Never gave a fu*k about none of the competition I ain’t ever lackin’ got my hand on her Smith & — On a torch, or a glizzy Gun enormous, told my momma She deserve it, here’s a mansion, in a florest (Yeah) I’m the man of the hour Get that b*tch wetter than a shower Dive in it, guess I get superpowers (Yeah) fu*k that b*tch then I drop her off She tell me that I spend too much (Yeah) [Chorus] Had to smash her, pass her Natural disaster Momma say I’m crazy tried to take me to the pastor That sh*t do not matter Both of my pockets fatter Outer space I’m off the drugs I’m feelin’ my face on Saturn Had to smash her, pass her Natural disaster Momma say I’m crazy tried to take me to the pastor That sh*t do not matter Both of my pockets fatter Outer space I’m off the drugs I’m feelin’ my face on Saturn