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Space Dust Video (MV)




Performed By: Roqit
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Jackson Davis




Roqit - Space Dust Lyrics
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Space dust jakes can't chase us
Bad rankings they can't even place stuff
I'm rare don't like my steak tough
Run from the jakes I never get cuffed
Time to get busy, Full glizzy
Load it up, Then I fold fifty
Threw my heart away, like penny
Found out she a buster fed the whole semi
I get straight to it I ain't wasting no waste time with gimmicks
Stop coming to me talking bout your fire lyrics
Your terrible shit wack I ain't trynna hear it
Check fiend paper chaser I gotta get it
Know my name carry weight so why you playing wit' it
Fendi buckle five fifty I gotta click it
That's nothing to me I can touch a ticket
Rap was a joke pick it up and run with it
Twelve pointers and they clear like tape
Stunna four times rocking this bape
Boy wonder but I ain't gotta cape
Space coupe still tinted even when I close the drapes
Bank account steep commas on commas
One night with Roqit that good kinda trauma
Fit speak for itself it saying top dollar
Look at me wrong now I'm bustin at his collar
Balding out spots I'm giving out tapers
Started out hating but now she a rager
I'm so electric as many volts as a taser
Man found out so now I just pager
From the bottom we got out them trailers
Then made us bread just like a couple bakers
He a mark so he get hit with an eraser
Folded some shots he can't get a chaser
Space dust jakes can't chase us
Bad rankings they can't even place stuff
I'm rare don't like my steak tough
You gotta eat go head and plate up
Time to get busy, Full glizzy
Load it up, Then I fold fifty
Threw my heart away, like penny
Found out she a buster fed the whole semi
I get straight to it I ain't wasting no waste time with gimmicks
Stop coming to me talking bout your fire lyrics
Your terrible shit wack I ain't trynna hear it
Check fiend paper chaser I gotta get it
Carbon going live and the scope HDR
Porsche on my wrist nine eleven Audemar
Top off coupe I'm missing half a car
Mr Yung Roqit I was born a f*cking star
Doing all that talking but you really can't guard
Now he in my comments saying ooo that's hard
You lemme take a break first mistake I'm fully charged
Poker face straight ain't gotta see my cards
Feel any pressure I step up in the pocket
Seems Imma' blow now they all start jockin'
I ain't gon change my mind it ain't worth talking
If I stand still mannequin Niemann Marcus
Space dust jakes can't chase us
Bad rankings they can't even place stuff
I'm rare don't like my steak tough
You gotta eat go head and plate up
Call me charter cause I get it on demand
I'm really like that I can do it with no hands
Stir it with my teeth scraping that pan
I'm built for this I got more grit than sand
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Space dust jakes can't chase us
Bad rankings they can't even place stuff
I'm rare don't like my steak tough
Run from the jakes I never get cuffed
Time to get busy, Full glizzy
Load it up, Then I fold fifty
Threw my heart away, like penny
Found out she a buster fed the whole semi
I get straight to it I ain't wasting no waste time with gimmicks
Stop coming to me talking bout your fire lyrics
Your terrible shit wack I ain't trynna hear it
Check fiend paper chaser I gotta get it
Know my name carry weight so why you playing wit' it
Fendi buckle five fifty I gotta click it
That's nothing to me I can touch a ticket
Rap was a joke pick it up and run with it
Twelve pointers and they clear like tape
Stunna four times rocking this bape
Boy wonder but I ain't gotta cape
Space coupe still tinted even when I close the drapes
Bank account steep commas on commas
One night with Roqit that good kinda trauma
Fit speak for itself it saying top dollar
Look at me wrong now I'm bustin at his collar
Balding out spots I'm giving out tapers
Started out hating but now she a rager
I'm so electric as many volts as a taser
Man found out so now I just pager
From the bottom we got out them trailers
Then made us bread just like a couple bakers
He a mark so he get hit with an eraser
Folded some shots he can't get a chaser
Space dust jakes can't chase us
Bad rankings they can't even place stuff
I'm rare don't like my steak tough
You gotta eat go head and plate up
Time to get busy, Full glizzy
Load it up, Then I fold fifty
Threw my heart away, like penny
Found out she a buster fed the whole semi
I get straight to it I ain't wasting no waste time with gimmicks
Stop coming to me talking bout your fire lyrics
Your terrible shit wack I ain't trynna hear it
Check fiend paper chaser I gotta get it
Carbon going live and the scope HDR
Porsche on my wrist nine eleven Audemar
Top off coupe I'm missing half a car
Mr Yung Roqit I was born a f*cking star
Doing all that talking but you really can't guard
Now he in my comments saying ooo that's hard
You lemme take a break first mistake I'm fully charged
Poker face straight ain't gotta see my cards
Feel any pressure I step up in the pocket
Seems Imma' blow now they all start jockin'
I ain't gon change my mind it ain't worth talking
If I stand still mannequin Niemann Marcus
Space dust jakes can't chase us
Bad rankings they can't even place stuff
I'm rare don't like my steak tough
You gotta eat go head and plate up
Call me charter cause I get it on demand
I'm really like that I can do it with no hands
Stir it with my teeth scraping that pan
I'm built for this I got more grit than sand
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Writer: Jackson Davis
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