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|Intro|
G#m G#m G#m G#mGlo$ang.
|Chorus|
G#mGive me two on that, two bows like that.
Hang a high fastball, get your pitch jacked.
That's a long deep fly goin' back, back, back.
Go on, send it to the moon, alien contact.
|Chorus|
Give me two on that, two bows like that.
Hang a high fastball, get your pitch jacked.
That's a long deep fly goin' back, back, back.
Go on, send it to the moon, alien contact.
|Verse 1|
Give me two on that, two great blunt wrap.
Two pack of Marlboro, two pack of Zig Zag.
Too Natty locked, pack a 15 in the back.
That be 30, yeah, get two more of that.
Then two number twos from the Jax.
Come back, sauce two chicken fingers snack.
With a couple milkshakes, strawberry chocolate.
She got a bumper booty and she know I'm poppin' it.
Bumpin'-Bumpin' Big Papa, watch it Go pop up and rose.
Tendin' to my crops down an old dirt road.
Tim McGraw kind of drawl when I talk.
Pops taught her something, how to break a sucker's jaw.
Hacksaw Jim Duggan on that ass with a two-by-four if you that boy.
Two runs will win the game, I'm up two bad.
Old double deuce, put some runs on the board.
Give me two.
|Chorus|
Give me two on that, two bows like that.
Hang a high fastball, get your pitch jacked.
That's a long deep fly goin' back, back, back.
Go on, send it to the moon, alien contact.
|Chorus|
Give me two on that, two bows like that.
Hang a high fastball, get your pitch jacked.
That's a long deep fly goin' back, back, back.
Go on, send it to the moon, alien contact.
|Verse 2|
Too fly not to spread his wings.
You think things that he been through.
Evil things he thinks they would've come true.
Bein' ashamed for hounds of hell stay hungry.
Off a chain, he blows out his brain.
Threw this notepad ballpoint pen out.
Gray with the pin out, say about to pin out.
Gotta find a better way, the paper is run out.
Run with the gun now, now I put the gun down.
Well, what Do you know? Use the head between your shoulders.
Rhymes got bolder, heart got colder.
Flipped them bricks just to chip off the block.
Run this city, fat knots when my pops said they hot.
So he prayed to the sky 'fore the breeze blow.
Chief with a big truck, green leaf, mean flow.
Deep down dirty south, tryna get the repo.
Betty get the.44, pop-pop, kinfolk.
Give me two on that, two bows like that.
Hang a high fastball, get your pitch jacked.
That's a long deep fly goin' back, back, back.
Go on, send it to the moon, alien contact.
Give me two on that, two bows like that.
Hang a high baseball, get your pitch jacked.
That's a long deep fly goin' back, back, back.
Go on, send it to the moon, alien contact.
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