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Rukk - S P A C E M A N Lyrics



Rukk - S P A C E M A N Lyrics
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Hey bop,
Come and give me neck in my droptop
Can't stop
Take over the summer when this shit drop
Spaceman
I be so high smoking moon rock
Got the dirty money stashed in the shoebox
Dick her down and make her sing like a jukebox
She don't really understand but you know money talk
Once the rap money come in penthouse in New York
If a nigga want smoke put him on a torch
If a nigga want smoke put him in a blender
If you catching me outside it ain't coincidental
I be going full throttle tryna get right
Sold out show in the city its a good night
Pop a bean lose my appetite
Wanna win gotta sacrifice
Been a real nigga all my life
Shawty asking if she could stay the night
Bottega purse for her birthday
Closet full of drip a nigga running out of space
Still a rookie tryna make it to the first place
Only time i'm running up when i'm getting cash
Kickback in the hills baby bring a friend
Live and die by my purpose til the world end
Leave my imprint then i transend
Guess this how it really feel to be godsent
Hey bop,
Come and give me neck in my droptop
Can't stop
Take over the summer when this shit drop
Spaceman
I be so high smoking moon rock
Got the dirty money stashed in the shoebox
Dick her down and make her sing like a jukebox
She don't really understand but you know money talk
Once the rap money come in penthouse in New York
If a nigga want smoke put him on a torch
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Hey bop,
Come and give me neck in my droptop
Can't stop
Take over the summer when this shit drop
Spaceman
I be so high smoking moon rock
Got the dirty money stashed in the shoebox
Dick her down and make her sing like a jukebox
She don't really understand but you know money talk
Once the rap money come in penthouse in New York
If a nigga want smoke put him on a torch
If a nigga want smoke put him in a blender
If you catching me outside it ain't coincidental
I be going full throttle tryna get right
Sold out show in the city its a good night
Pop a bean lose my appetite
Wanna win gotta sacrifice
Been a real nigga all my life
Shawty asking if she could stay the night
Bottega purse for her birthday
Closet full of drip a nigga running out of space
Still a rookie tryna make it to the first place
Only time i'm running up when i'm getting cash
Kickback in the hills baby bring a friend
Live and die by my purpose til the world end
Leave my imprint then i transend
Guess this how it really feel to be godsent
Hey bop,
Come and give me neck in my droptop
Can't stop
Take over the summer when this shit drop
Spaceman
I be so high smoking moon rock
Got the dirty money stashed in the shoebox
Dick her down and make her sing like a jukebox
She don't really understand but you know money talk
Once the rap money come in penthouse in New York
If a nigga want smoke put him on a torch
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Writer: Biruk Abate
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Rukk
Language: English
Length: 1:47
Written by: Biruk Abate
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