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Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky | Huh | Yeah
Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy Huh Yeah Huh Ahh 44 bulldog, my motherfuckin' pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch" I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple-threat When I was in jail, she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset Been fucking the world, and nigga, I ain't cum yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Big black nigga in a icy watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot, swish I'm swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss) In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha) Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time Drop palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah) Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, oad up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Talk stupid, get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Redd Foxx Big B's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks You fucking with a nigga who won't give a fuck Empty the clip then roll the window up Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum 200 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah) Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go "Bang" Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah) Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (Yeah) Ain't it funny, mama only son be bakin' cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (Yeah) If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up (NIgga) It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah) I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car Yeah
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