Luke Garçons - Spaceship Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah
On and on
Get guap for that bitch and her friend hoe
Big guap and we’re takin off like Rambo
Get guap fuck that bitch and her friend hoe
Get the money then we take it to the bando
Big guap and we’re takin off like Rambo
Shoot and pop and now we’re running out of ammo (Pop pop)
I get money but no I’m not sorry
Grab that bag and then I pull off in a rari
Bentley coupe and the skies are looking starry
Christian Dior and the jeans they are amari
Body, no body, she don’t want no nobody nobody
Flexin’ on the gang with dat bih (Gang!)
Gang wit dat bih (Gang!)
On the Gang wit dat bih on the gang
On the gang, pop a molly and she bouta give me brain
Grab a band now spend that cash now pop a perc and now she fuckin on the band yeahhhh
On the band yeah (Yeah)
Boy your chain on cold, boy my neck on froze
I just wanna go
You just wanna go
She don’t want my name (Not my name)
She just want my fame (All my fame)
Weight all in my name
Weight all in my name
She just wanna fly away in spaceship, in a spaceship
When she face it, she chase it, that’s so basic (That’s so basic!)
Get guap for that bitch and her friend hoe
Get the money then we take it to the bando
Big guap and we’re takin off like Rambo
Shoot and pop and now we’re running out of ammo
I get money but no I’m not sorry
Grab that bag and then I pull off in a rari
Bentley coupe and the skies are looking starry
Christian Dior and the jeans they are amari

Yeah yeah yeah
On and on
Get guap for that bitch and her friend hoe
Big guap and we’re takin off like Rambo
Get guap fuck that bitch and her friend hoe
Get the money then we take it to the bando
Big guap and we’re takin off like Rambo
Shoot and pop and now we’re running out of ammo (Pop pop)
I get money but no I’m not sorry
Grab that bag and then I pull off in a rari
Bentley coupe and the skies are looking starry
Christian Dior and the jeans they are amari
Body, no body, she don’t want no nobody nobody
Flexin’ on the gang with dat bih (Gang!)
Gang wit dat bih (Gang!)
On the Gang wit dat bih on the gang
On the gang, pop a molly and she bouta give me brain
Grab a band now spend that cash now pop a perc and now she fuckin on the band yeahhhh
On the band yeah (Yeah)
Boy your chain on cold, boy my neck on froze
I just wanna go
You just wanna go
She don’t want my name (Not my name)
She just want my fame (All my fame)
Weight all in my name
Weight all in my name
She just wanna fly away in spaceship, in a spaceship
When she face it, she chase it, that’s so basic (That’s so basic!)
Get guap for that bitch and her friend hoe
Get the money then we take it to the bando
Big guap and we’re takin off like Rambo
Shoot and pop and now we’re running out of ammo
I get money but no I’m not sorry
Grab that bag and then I pull off in a rari
Bentley coupe and the skies are looking starry
Christian Dior and the jeans they are amari