Don Trip - Neil Armstrong (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Don Trip - Neil Armstrong (Lyrics - Paroles)

Don Trip - Neil Armstrong (Lyrics - Paroles)
(Verse)

Kill a nigga over nothing

Run from fast money, is a control substance

I’m addicted to it, bitch I got the shakes

And I hit the Rove runnin like I cut the brakes

Sharp blade to his knee, tell him cut the cake

Point a bitch took my dick, tell er fuck a date

95, got that slow money, call it steel mills

GPS, ask what’s my destination, I say straight to hell

I’m not jokin baby, I’m so Dave Chapelle

I’m so sick and fat, if I’d try to weight myself I’d break the scale

Where’s my competition, I’m so tired of having to face myself

I keep killin this shit and killin this shit, I might have to pace myself
(Pre-Hook)

With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face

I got so much on my plate

But I wouldn’t dare take a break

Baby I’m so fresh to death, I have a wake every day

I’mma stay strapped til I die

I’ll take my glock to my grave
(Hook)

Give me space, give me space

Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space

Give me space, give me space

I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space

Give me space!

Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space

Give me space!

I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space
(Verse)

Stay in yo lane, I don’t give a fuck how you ride, I ain’t too famous to fire

I got young niggas with me shootin while they tryna break a tie

And life’s too short to take yo time

I spend every day on the grind

You just in the way of the grind

No hesitation, you dyin if you ever play with what’s mine

Trap nigga bout my Nike sign and my life in times

Loved a pretty bitch round my dick like her license expired

I’m so motherfuckin high, I may just take this so much space

So good the sun will break

I’m with this shit, that’s more than some would say

And one would say the truth I already lost

If this is a number’s race

You should have funds to chase instead you soak until you runnin a play

And you don’t run the streets

You know what’s yo mind’s you don’t even run yo plates

I wouldn’t be bout it wit yo pretending ass but I can’t even concentrate
(Pre-Hook)

With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face

I got so much on my plate

But I wouldn’t dare take a break

Baby I’m so fresh to death, I have a wake every day

I’mma stay strapped til I die

I’ll take my glock to my grave
(Hook)

Give me space, give me space

Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space

Give me space, give me space

I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space

Give me space!

Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space

Give me space!

I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space
(Verse)

But I stare the devil dead in the face

Tell em if I go to hell he gon need a new place

Drove myself insane, tryna get my own fate

Lil nigga still swingin, never left the home place, draw yo drapes

Close yo curtains, shut yo blinds, stay inside

It’s a jungle outside, they put money over pride

I put money on my mind and my mind in the may

At yo motherfuckin throat, bout to show you how to shave
(Pre-Hook)

With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face

I got so much on my plate

But I wouldn’t dare take a break

Baby I’m so fresh to death, I have a wake every day

I’mma stay strapped til I die

I’ll take my glock to my grave
(Hook)

Give me space, give me space

Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space

Give me space, give me space

I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space

Give me space!

Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space

Give me space!

I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!

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