2-Tone - Outta Space

Don't ask me where I'm goin nah I'm high hoe
Nah I'm high hoe

I think I'm goin outta space out space hell I think goin outta space



1. Bitch I'm Rollin raw I stop fuckin with the swisher
2. Nose running from that bay excuse me pass me a tisher
3. Sometimes I get high I be on some other shit
4. Hearing voice in my head best believe I answer it
5. Im smoking good no stopping now i start to choke
6. Yea find me something sexy stick my dick down throat
7. u can fuck wit me and get some money Got ah tummy still yummy
8. fuck wit niggaz money slim have yo whole life crummie
9. Edibles I do like need more lean in my sprite
10. You looking for yo bitch nigga better get yo flashlight
11. Got tequila in my cup mixed it off in that Faygo
12. I'm Holla at bitches hasta luego


1. Things happen when u full of drugs u always remember
2. If they lock my ass up I’ll be gone til November
3. Yay Pour me this I’m drank dat breaking down another sack
4. Broke niggaz gone on bay shopping for a $20 pack
5. I can’t deal with suckers cuz I’m out here getting paper
6. If u work ah 9-5 still them bitches still gone hate cha
7. Stack yo cheese shake them flea make these hoes hit they knees
8. Put yo foot down on they neck make sure them bitches can’t breathe
9. So miss me with that bullshit I can’t even deal with
10. Niggaz in they feeling and I’m all about the money bitch
11. Fucked yo chick and sent her home call her just to burn dome
12. U talking lovey-dovey I was fuckin her while u was on the phone

Written by:
Daniel Pruitt, Mario Reddick

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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