Wiz Khalifa - Out in Space Nightcore by BlackWolf Studio

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Wiz Khalifa - Out in Space Lyrics

Stackin' my paper up, no, I don't make enough
All of these niggas, I smoke when I'm wakin' up
No, I ain't fake enough, money I'm rakin' up
Tell 'em I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
Yo bitch, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up
Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em
My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it
Don't put the basics in, smokin' the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real G's movin' silent, my niggas are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane
Stack everythin' at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid
Fuck niggas hate, guess that comes with the game

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Got a new car and a bust down
I was down bad, but I'm up now
When I buff, now loud, when I come 'round
And we just met, she in love now
I'm a straight player, I don't cuff now
I get to the bag, got this run round
I'm on KK, I've been one pound
When I call the play, it's a touchdown
I'ma beat it down, money
Eat a pile of it, blowin' strong and I even fly with it
Team that I'm with, they don't violate it
Got a man, but she couldn't hide it
Say she can't get enough, late night, I hit her up
Smokin', not drinkin', so I'm 'bout to pick her up
Had me one roll, soon as her nigga left
Life and I choke or don't let her get a breath

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Quavo]
Stackin' my paper up, no, I don't make enough
All of these niggas, I smoke when I'm wakin' up
No, I ain't fake enough, money I'm rakin' up
Tell 'em I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
Yo bitch, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up
Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em
My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it
Don't put the basics in, smokin' the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real G's movin' silent, my niggas are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane
Stack everythin' at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid
Fuck niggas hate, guess that comes with the game (Quavo, woah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Connect that with my cookie, that's what Huncho rollin' up
Walk around, take out this nut, kick out this double cup
Offset so crazy, you might end up polled up (Poll 'em up)
Lookin' for your bitch, she askin' for cuddle up
Circle is tight, look like a huddle up
Tryna get right, young nigga, double up (Double up)
I paid for the bitch to go get a new tummy tuck
Can't come in first, we don't remember runner-ups
Walk in the club with my motherfuckin' burner tux (Burner tux, grrah!)
I am your leader, your favorite achiever
I bought the biggest, the private is cheaper
Quavo Huncho, I'm trappin' with Wiz Khalifa

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Stackin' my paper up, no, I don't make enough
All of these niggas, I smoke when I'm wakin' up
No, I ain't fake enough, money I'm rakin' up
Tell 'em I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
Yo bitch, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up
Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em
My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it
Don't put the basics in, smokin' the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real G's movin' silent, my niggas are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane
Stack everythin' at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid
Fuck niggas hate, guess that comes with the game

[Outro]
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