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Space Jam Lyrics


Young Dolph Space Jam

[Intro]
(Buddah Bless this beat)
Yeah
I'm 'bout to pull up
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Pulled up in that spaceship like I'm on Space Jam (Skrrt)
I just put four hundred pounds on a Greyhound (Ayy, come here)
Fucked her from the back and made lil' mama lay it down (Uh-huh)
Damn (Damn), damn (Damn), black Trans-Am (Yoom)
[Verse 1]
(Ayy, what's that?), blunt behind my ear (Strong)
Love countin' these mils (Millions)
All my rocks is clear (Water)
Horses in my whip (Fast)
That nigga too real (Damn)
Player of the year (Damn)
Hustlin'-ass nigga, God blessed me with a gift (Trap)
I take your contract and wipe my ass with your record deal (Hah)
She got a fat ass, I might leave a fat tip (Yeah)
You can have whatever you like, bitch, I feel like Tip (It's Dolph)
I come through shinin' hard, let a lil' nigga live (It's Dolph)
When I was a kid, I used to watch MTV Cribs (Yeah)
Now I'm smoking kush, sittin' in my MTV crib (Yeah)
Put that dick up in her, said she feel it in her ribs
Gettin' head in my office like I'm President Bill

[Chorus]
Pulled up in that spaceship like I'm on Space Jam (Skrrt)
I just put four hundred pounds on a Greyhound (Ayy, come here)
Fucked her from the back and made lil' mama lay it down (Uh-huh)
Damn (Damn), damn (Damn), black Trans-Am (Yoom)

[Verse 2]
Damn (Damn), damn (Damn), you know who I am (It's Dolph)
Damn (Damn), yeah (Damn), I came up off of grams (Grams)
Damn (Damn), damn (Damn), I did that for the fam (For real)
Fell in love with the trenches (Then what?), but it didn't love me back (Damn)
Fell in love with them bitches (Nah), and they didn't love you back (What?)
At least I got paid (For real), them hoes, I don't save (Nah)
Screamin' free all of my niggas, prayin' for better days (Uh-huh)
Counted half a million, same clothes for three days (Woo)
Yeah, I see all that hatin' through these Cartiers (Hey)
Lil' mama with me, I don't know her name, I call her bae (Hah)
Damn (Damn), damn (Damn), yeah, I call her bae (Bae)
Damn (Damn), she the shit, but her booty fake
[Chorus]
Pulled up in that spaceship like I'm on Space Jam (Skrrt)
I just put four hundred pounds on a Greyhound (Ayy, come here)
Fucked her from the back and made lil' mama lay it down (Uh-huh)
Damn (Damn), damn (Damn), black Trans-Am (Yoom)


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