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Juice WRLD – Outer Space

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Juice WRLD – Outer Space

Another astonishing track from Multi-Platinum singer, Juice WRLD titled “Outer Space”.

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Juice WRLD – Outer Space Lyrics

{Intro}

Yeah, mmm, Yeah, Yeah

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}

2x
Had to smash her, pass her

Natural Disaster
Momma say I’m crazy, tried to take me to the pastor
That shit do not matter, both my pockets fatter
Outer space, I’m off the drugs
Feeling my face on saturn

{Verse 1}
f*ck a basic bitch, I really need a trophy, yeah
f*ck a basic bitch, I really need a trophy, yeah
She was suckin’ 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 f*ckin’ 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 button to no ceilings, I go far, huh
f*ck your bitch, you know I’m off a hella Xanax bars, huh
Took this shit too far, mmh, f*cked her in her car, huh
I feel like a star, huh, ayy, ayy, 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
Mama say I’m crazy, tried to take me to the pastor
That shit 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
Mama say I’m crazy, tried to take me to the pastor
That shit 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 nigga, take his bitch
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 the bitch, I’ma get to pissin’
Never gave a f*ck about none of the competition
I ain’t ever lackin’, got my hand on a Smith & —
On a torch, or a glizzy
Gun enormous, told my mama
She deserve it, here’s a mansion, in a florist (Yeah)
I’m the man of the hour
Get that bitch wetter than a shower
Dive in it, guess I got superpowers
f*ck that bitch and then I drop her off
She tell me that I spend too much (Yeah)

{Chorus}
Had to smash her, pass her, natural disaster
Mama say I’m crazy, tried to take me to the pastor
That shit 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
Mama say I’m crazy, tried to take me to the pastor
That shit do not matter
Both of my pockets fatter
Outer space, I’m off the drugs, I’m feelin’ my face on Saturn

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