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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendell F Grant Jr
Songwriter
Jamal Brooks
Songwriter
Lyrics
In a spaceship
Riding in a spaceship (Yea)
Who riding in a spaceship
Gotta bad bitch and my diamonds got her anxious (Got her anxious)
Money keep her wet, I call that a good relation (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Candy for her nose lil mama wanna taste (She wanna taste it)
Who fuck her anywhere (Everywhere)
Grab her by the throat she like me pulling on her hair (Oh Yeah)
I'm one of a kind who the fuck she gon' compare (Compare?)
Let her drive the boat pull that shit right over there
Ooh she love how that sound, yea when I'm in town she ain't gon' procrastinate (Nah)
It's gonna go down, she give me that head like she decapitate
I'm gon' keep it iLL, I'm gon' keep it real, You know we don't fabricate (Never)
She all on my dick we fuck in the whip yea she all fascinated (Ooh)
Diamonds all captivating(Ooh)
I can't be mad they hating
Too many bags we chasing (iLL)
Yea she be glad to taste it (iLL)
Yea she be glad to take it (iLL)
Pussy be salivating (iLL)
I'm all she imaginating (Yeah, Yeah iLL)
Still you know I keep a couple options
My life's a movie fuck it let 'em watch then(Let 'em watch then)
She brought too many friends I guess the plot thicks
Me and you and her we all could slip off to the cock pit (Ooh, Ooh, Ooh iLL)
Who riding in a spaceship
Gotta bad bitch and my diamonds got her anxious (Got her anxious)
Money keep her wet, I call that a good relation (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Candy for her nose lil mama wanna taste (She wanna taste it)
Who fuck her anywhere (Everywhere)
Grab her by the throat she like me pulling on her hair(Oh Yeah)
I'm one of a kind who the fuck she gon' compare (Compare?)
Let her drive the boat pull that shit right over there
Who feel it in the air(Im in the air)
Now I got her open tryna fuck me by the stairs(Yeah)
Man I'm in her soul ain't goin' no where
She actually with the shits you could tell it from her stare(Who)
Pull them pannies to yo feet (To ya feet)
I ain't got discretion fuck it middle of the street (Yeah)
Imma buss it down let a nigga beep beep (Beep! Beep!)
Ain't worried bout ya nigga cause a nigga got heat
Who light one in the air (I'm in the air)
She gon' call some friends it's a party over here(Right here)
Shooters always shoot Imma always keep it playa (Everywhere)
I ain't wanna choose fuck it ion even care... mmm light (Mmm Yea)
Who riding in a spaceship
Gotta bad bitch and my diamonds got her anxious (Got her anxious)
Money keep her wet, I call that a good relation (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Candy for her nose lil mama wanna taste (She wanna taste it)
Who fuck her anywhere (Everywhere)
Grab her by the throat she like me pulling on her hair (Oh Yeah)
I'm one of a kind who the fuck she gon' compare (Compare?)
Let her drive the boat pull that shit right over there
Writer(s): Kendell Grant Jr
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