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Artist/Band:
Soulja Boy
Lyrics for Song: Outer Space Flow
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Soulja Boy
my diamonds r casted rims wrapped in plastic im in
outer space chillin wit the jetsons my flow is profected
my goons over protective smokin presidental my weed
is elected i am well respected i am well conneted i
am in the hood in the hood nigga section yo gurl is
my food i had her for breakfast nd after we sexed man
i left the bitch breathless this is not school so please
do not test this my flow is illegal my vocals arrested
u dont want beef u must noe da police yo gurl sucked
on my dick nd it felt like she had no teeth soulja
boy tellem that i am a beast man in hip hop i go ham
now lets have a feast man i am a dog a dog off the
leash man if u feel like a frog then go ahead nd leap
man im on green shit my football field team shit ur
on your wack shit that u have no swagg shit i might
fuck yo gurl or i might jus fuck dat bitch or dat bitch
or dat bitch or dat bitch or dat bitch after i fuck
make her make me a sandwhich i am so random gurls think
thats handsome haters hate man throwin temperture tantrums
soulja boy killed them fucked them damned them
arab call me arab put im not pakastanie jus run to
yo granny cuz that ho can't stand me i am da man dats
y i demand money hop on this track so fast call me
arab bunny scrath that arab money rappin arab stuntin
in whores face nd i keep on cummin song afta song i
continue to b bumpin im right nd ur wrong u continue
to b nothin i got bars i got cars im a star i got mars
on my side these aliens r down to ride took u two nights
to do wut i did tonight im so high y da fuck would
i catch flight ur gurls leakin problem jus got handled
by da pipe me n u r da same really sike bitch i go
harder than a train on full throttle followed by godzilla
followed by a usr rocket my money so fire it give me
real hot pockets try to hate on sod aww bitch stop
it my watch tockin its sayin that it is my time the
crowd rockin arab they screamin it took grindin so
u better keep on dreamin u better start thinkin of
a master plan i throw away tha can'ts nd i collect
all da cans of course i am gorgues i collect all the fans
i pull up in lamborgini stuntin thru yo city u can
never c me less u lookin thru a tv get cheese like
im mickey get brain like im pinky yo momma goin ham
on my dick like piggly wiggly her boyfriend wanna be
me cuz im da one she cheat wit u thinkin she a virgin
but i fuck her every weekend my pockets on dem cheez
its american nd swedish how dare u tlk shit when yo
pockets on dem cheez nips i got pounds of dat green
tip from a town to d sipp i stay on hustle like ti
so free tip free whoa free pimp take off my brim moment
of silence fo my dawg dolla bill
rest in peace my nigga im back on dis track like the
white chick from superman think im doin hair tha way
im poppin these rubber bands stacks on deck way taller
then a rubber man swagg super clean like tha bath tub
bubble man fuckin wit dem rat boys call em ninja turtle
man messin wit my money get jacked up like urkel pants
playboy on dis beat call me da murder man pokemon ice
pickachu squritutle man duckin from deck like also
nd wonder land east alanta zone 6 decatur i put on man
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Soulja Boy
"Other Songs - Soulja Boy"
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