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matty cent - out the space lyrics

[intro]
matty cent
they don’t call me bullseye for nothing

[chorus]
i’m outta the sp+ce
acrobatics i ride to the sp+ce
catch a body no sparing no opp
in the telly might catch me ah wave (ski, yah)
i’m outta the sp+ce baby
hit on the gas going crazy, rocket
i’m inna coupe with the team might catch me a body we moving like nasa
i hop in a coupe for weekend (skrrt)

[verse 1]
i ride to the top (goyard the bottles)
sippin and drankin, smoking
run up ma levels big bagging (matty cent)
temperature rising and falling
lil b+tch said she down for lil matty she cappin
she tryna e’tort me lil b+tches bе wild
ocupado, no jugar con nadie (lil b+tch)
she latino i fucc wit thesе baddies (ma baby go nausy)
matty the youngin i play wit the stick
like fucc is you doing y’all n+ggas wack (go)
make the glock do the talking no kizzy we wild
my pants be amiri, i don’t do versace
team wit the glock and the k then its rip
team wit the glock they extended we dangerous
we ain’t gat time we on timing just know that sh+t
shark in the water they trippin we chop em off (yah)
i gat a stick in this b+tch
we end up his lineage that sh+t leave em weak (lil b+tch)
he gotta run like a b+tch, he running be fleeing but he ain’t gonn hide (nah, nah)
you know when the gang come slide we leaving no traces, no prints, no files (no files)
the internet did no help so playing wit me you gonn end inna box
[chorus]
i’m outta the sp+ce
acrobatics i ride to the sp+ce (acrobatics)
catch a body no sparing no opp (no opp)
in the telly might catch me ah wave (ski, yah)
i’m outta the sp+ce baby
hit on the gas going crazy, rocket
i’m inna coupe with the team might catch me a body we moving like nasa
i hop in a coupe for weekend

[verse 2]
straight from back (back)
to the mo’f+cking top ain’t no cap (no)
double up, run it up getting richer the business goes bigger they see how we coming
(lil b+tch)
in the trenches you see me be flossing, you had u a chance but u blew it too messy
out the sp+ce finna catch me a wave (wave)
new mercedes might cop me a benz (skrrt skrrt skrrt)
fucc out ma face (mo’f+cker)
running from pain n+gga lazy
fucc who’s the boss be the boss run up it (turn it up)
pulling up is no kizzy, no slippin
i came all a long way from rocking on rags n+gga
slimey and shady i’m super say slimey (i’m super say slimey)
your b+tch on ma body she lit (she lit)
and she fucc with the steppers indeed
[chorus]
i’m outta the sp+ce
acrobatics i ride to the sp+ce (acrobatics)
catch a body no sparing no opp (no opp)
in the telly might catch me ah wave (ski, yah)
i’m outta the sp+ce baby
hit on the gas going crazy, rocket
i’m inna coupe with the team might catch me a body we moving like nasa
i hop in a coupe for weekend

- matty cent lyrics

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