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Outer Space
17
Hip-Hop/Rap
Outer Space was released on March 20, 2019 by Camp Ca$h as a part of the album Area 48
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AlbumArea 48
Release DateMarch 20, 2019
LabelCamp Ca$h
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jontel Hackett
Jontel Hackett
Songwriter

Lyrics

Nah I got y’all fools this time. Hit it
Hit it, ha, hit it
(I don’t love no hoe)
Ca$hOutJony in the booth. Ya dig
I don’t love no hoe, finna hit the bank first I gotta
(Ca$h, Ca$h, woah, ha)
Hey, yeah
Aye
I don’t love no hoe
Finna hit the bank first I gotta change clothes
I’m in outer space like I’m Galileo
Walk in with the gang it look like a light show
Woah
Yeah
I’m a motherf**kin veteran
And my partner keep a strap like white Americans
Pretty **** that’s why that girl keep on staring
I think i might have to hit her in a Sheraton
Ooo
Don’t you think bout no comparisons
I don’t go to class but I can teach you lessons
She said, “Jony you so arrogant”
Tell her, “Shut it, your opinion is irrelevant”
White tee rockin’
Pants by playboy
Hoes keep flockin’
Game like gameboy
I’m like, “Fuck it”
Spent my whole check
Shawty tryna love me, I just want neck
Aye
I don’t love no hoe
Finna hit the bank first I gotta change clothes
I’m in outer space like I’m Galileo
Walk in with the gang it look like a light show
Woah
Yeah
Blue bag came from vague right
She want love but I’m just caught up in my ways, right
Not a coach but Jony Ca$h been callin’ plays, right
Took a L, you gotta call a spade a spade, right
Checkmate, hands up, give them funds up
Copped the Yeezys so I had to put the 1s up
F**ked his bop, yeah you know she gave them buns up
Marijuana it’s gone really f**k my lungs up
If I die today I wanna be a Trop Star
We gone be rich don’t give a damn bout what the odds are
I’m a rapper but but I dress like a rock star
Hot as f**k I’m spittin’ flames like I’m charizard
White tee rockin’
Pants by Playboy
Hoes keep flockin’
Game like Gameboy
I’m like, “F**k it”
Spent my whole check
Shawty tryna love me, I just want neck
Aye
I don’t love no hoe
Finna hit the bank first I gotta change clothes
I’m in outer space like I’m Galileo
Walk in with the gang it look like a light show
Woah
Yeah
If I die today I wanna be a Trop Star
We gon’ be rich, don’t give a damn what the odds are
I’m a rapper but I dress like a rockstar
Hot as f**k I’m spitting’ flames like I’m Charizard
Written by: Jontel Hackett
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